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The Big Lie

By on Mar 7, 2017 in The Scrawl |

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Western Hemisphere, American, Southern, Cultural Christianity is no Christianity at all.

And here’s one of the big reasons why. WHASCC is the spoof, the mockery that all Christianity bears as a burden. It’s both Westboro and $130M church buildings. And the real church suffers for it.

But let me tell you where WHASCC wants to get into my heart. And how. And why I sometimes let it when I’m not being vigilant.

Universal Healthcare and Immigration are the two big ones that spring to mind, but there are others. Universal healthcare is bad, right? I mean, it means I get less money, right? That I am paying for someone else to have something they haven’t worked for, right? I mean, why should I ever pay for someone to have something and have no benefit from it. This is Jesus up and down, right?

The government says it is illegal for a hospital to deny me treatment for any emergency condition even if I can’t pay for it. Lots of key words in the at sentence, so let me break it down. If I am cut open and bleeding out, I cannot be turned away from a hospital for being unable to pay for my treatment else that hospital can be held liable for my condition. This seems like common sense, really. I mean, could you imagine having to prove you could pay for someone to help you while you were bleeding out? Ah, but take away the word emergency. Well now a doctor is being consulted. Medicine is being doled out. Perhaps some other treatment is being given. There’s money involved but it’s not an emergency. So now the difference is that a hospital or a doctor can say, “I refuse to not be paid. I worked. I work. I deserve to get paid.”

And the WHASCC nods heartily. Why? Because that’s capitalism. That’s a free market economy. And if I am going to be successful, others can take away that success or the biglyness of that success by making me pay for their sickness. Or their inability or refusal to work. Or any number of other things.

But how is healthcare a right, if it’s right now, and a privilege if it’s a slower process? Well, money is the difference. See, in an emergency, they can’t not treat me. I can stack bills to the ceiling if it’s an emergency. And if I don’t pay them? Well then the hospital sells my debt to a harassment agency. And if they can’t get me to pay? Well the bill keeps circling around my slowly dying body like a buzzard. But the hospital stopped caring for the bill the moment they wrote it off. See, there’s a whole economy designed around this issue. And if you eliminate it, then people won’t have that money. But my problem isn’t with the logical nature here. It’s not even with capitalism, really.

See, capitalism isn’t the problem, it’s the fact that the church bought it. It’s the fact that it not only bought it, it became a whole other denomination within it. The idea that I ought to get some earthly prize for my earthly work is beyond shortsighted. We justify it by quoting verses on wise use of money, as though being wise with money and giving it to those in need are somehow mutually exclusive concepts. “Oh I’ll be wise, so long as you don’t expect more of me than I can stomach. Now how about a drop of water for my tongue?” said the rich man from the grave.

We proclaim we live forever, right? We proclaim an infinite God, right? We say with our songs and our coffee cups and our cheesy Instagram photos that God is this big, huge(I hate that word anymore) God who loves the world. And then, when it comes to the way we live our lives, we allow politics to diminish or weaken Him?

WHASCC is not Christianity. It’s moralistic therapeutic deism, at best. It’s a conviction that in order to win, someone needs to lose. It’s a conviction that God decided who would be rich and who would be poor by some fickle cosmic lottery. It’s hell bent. It stinks of sulphur and rotten apples to the tune of subtle hissing.

I could get in some trouble for saying these things. My job could fire me. I could lose a potential job. I could lose friends, maybe, or at least get into some colorful arguments.

WHASCC wants to persuade me to protect what I have, to store up more, and to make sure that God gets nothing but the minimum of everything. WHASCC wants me to reject people unlike me because they might hurt me in some way. WHASCC demands my allegiance, and offers to make me big. To make me king. To make me… like God.

But Jesus is thankfully bigger than that. He is the truth. He is soaked in the blood of sacrifice and He, with a hand still bearing a nail scar, He bids me follow. He tells me that He is infinite in love and mercy and provision and that I don’t have to be afraid. And on my good days, I feel that right down to my bones.