I moved to the Bible belt and had to laugh.
I laughed when I drove through the cotton fields searching for a radio station that didn't sing Christ's praises over the airwaves. As if AM and FM frequencies are better techniques for spreading the gospel than just letting that God tell us himself. It turns out that self-advertisement works better when the "self" part exists.
I laughed when I drove down a street with more churches than houses- a speckled string of multi-denominational worship. Forty-six churches claiming divine foundation, ignoring the obvious segregation: Forty-six ways to read the same damn book to reach the same damn destination.
I laughed when I saw books of Christian propaganda on the shelves of public classrooms.
I laughed while I walked through a parking lot, seeing decals of a dead man with thorns on his brow and outlines of silver fish tacked on the backs of luxury sedans and rust bucket trucks alike.
I laughed a little softer they woke me up on Saturday to play their word games in their church clothes, hoping I'd smile and nod at their pretentious little pamphlets, then watched their shiny shoes run away when I started talking back that day.
I laughed softer still when a child who used to greet me with a wave and smile, turned a cold shoulder when she learned I didn't believe in the fairy tales she was raised to worship.
I laughed very little when the biology teacher told a student that snakes didn't have legs because God was punishing them for the devil's stunt in the garden. As if the serpents committed the crime, or as if God wouldn't know that an ounce of prevention's worth an eternity of punishment that can't be cured- only treated by a steady regimen of religious guilt cleansing. "Just another dollar in the coffer, please."
I laughed at first when a woman at a party told me humans can't come from monkeys because we still have monkeys today. I laughed heartily, impressed by her stern composure to not laugh back despite the essence of her own hilarity. My laughter faded when I understood that she wasn't joking.
I laughed because this little town with an entire church for every 100 people was a humorous parody- the perfect substance of a colossal joke. It wasn't until I finally accepted that I was the only one who knew the punch line that I cried.
God is in you shaking his head at the humans seeking division, and humans only seeking their own. You are despising the idols of those religions. They hide behind them acting holy. The devil is the one who gives guilt. \When we fell we changed instantly. When God comes back the change will be the same. Jesus is in you that wept over Jerusalem that rejected him.
kobidobidog 1 week ago
@kobidobidog What the fuck are you talking about?
GrapplingIgnorance 1 week ago 7
@GrapplingIgnorance I get that a lot ^^. You have in you who you do not think you have in you. I see him. The Lord God who is Jesus is in you seeing the devil masquerading as good, but being evil. What you are seeing is a form of godliness without the power thereof. God is in you looking out of you, and you do not know it. Know it this day.
kobidobidog 1 week ago
@kobidobidog Of course you get that a lot. Very little of what you say makes any sense. It's like if I told you: You have in you who you don't think you have in you. I see him. Tucann Sam who is the Trix Rabbit is in you seeing Captain Crunch who pretends to be good, but is evil. What you are seeing is a form of birdliness without the flight thereof. Tucann Sam is in you, looking out of you, and you don't know it. Know it this day.
GrapplingIgnorance 1 week ago 10
@GrapplingIgnorance You are funny in a meek sort of way^^
kobidobidog 1 week ago
@kobidobidog Your comments are funny in the same kind of way.
GrapplingIgnorance 1 week ago 8