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I’m returning to my neglected blogs, sweeping away the cobwebs & taking charge of my social network. This article is timely.
Beyond #DeleteFacebook: More Thoughts on Embracing the Social Internet Over Social Media
“We believe it would be immoral to resign,” says Johnnie Moore, a lay evangelical leader who has served as an informal spokesman for the Evangelical Advisory Board. “As faith leaders, we have been given an opportunity to speak directly to various members of the administration, to provide not just policy counsel but personal counsel. We’re personally involved in the lives of all these people, praying for all these people, and answering their questions.”
Trump’s Evangelical Advisors Stand By Their Man.
What a load of crap!
If you read the profiles of the religious leaders who comprise this panel, some common words will jump out at you……”megachurch”…..”prosperity doctrine”
IMHO, these two heresies have been much of the driving force that has corrupted Evangelical Christian leaders and are at the core of the stinking rot we now see from these “leaders.”
They live in opulent mansions with huge garages to house their collections of luxury vehicles. They adorn themselves in designer clothing and fly around the country in their private jets preaching their heresy.
This is not what Jesus meant when he commanded his disciples to go into the world and share the gospel. Jesus’ version of the gospel was to be humble, love humankind, feed the poor, take care of the widows and the children.
Jesus’ megachurches were the wide open spaces like the mountains where he preached about love, humility, prayer (Matt 5 -7) or like the deserted places where he retreated and where he shared the loaves of bread and the few fish he had with the hungry crowds that followed him there (Matt 15:29 – 39). He didn’t stand in public places and recite flowery prayers but retreated to solitary places like the Garden of Gethsemane where he threw himself on the dirt, and called out to God, alone, aggrieved, in agony.
These religious leaders who serve on Trump’s Evangelical Advisory Board are the antithesis of the Jesus I love. Their religion of megachurches and prosperity doctrine profanes the fundamental messages of Jesus and his brand of Christianity.
When I read the essay I’ve linked below, I remembered a conversation about race I had several years ago with a black coworker, a man who I respected and who was a friend, and a safe person to discuss such things…I knew he would not be offended by my questions and would be honest in his answers. He commented that he knew that many white women were uneasy around him when they encountered him on the street. He told me he noticed the women in their cars as he walked by, the expressions on their faces as they looked to make sure their doors were locked. I thought to myself, “I do that too when I’m in my car.”
It opened my eyes to the insidious racism that infects my thinking. When I catch myself, I take conscious effort to root it out. It is a continuous effort.
At least I am aware that it exists. Awareness at least challenges me to be better, to do better, to confront these thoughts.
In the last several months , I have been confronted with the concept of “white privilege.” I’m not sure I fully comprehend yet what it means to me as a white woman, how I need to acknowledge it, and what actions I need to take in my own life to root it out, but I am trying.
“It isn’t Richard Spencer calling the cops on me for farming while Black. It’s nervous White women in yoga pants with ‘I’m with Her’ and ‘Coexist’ stickers on their German SUVs.”
A message to Charlotteville from a black farmer