Sarah Nyhan

This is one in the very long list:

I don’t think Jesus is coming. To save you like you think He is. 

I think you need to believe in a rapture. So you don’t have to face the consequences of your decisions. Of your choices. 

I hope, selfishly, that you’ll live a long, long time with your actions catching up with you. In the spirit of millstones hanging around your neck. Carrying just a bit of the weight you’ve relentlessly piled onto others all these years. You who say you love justice so much.

I’m not God. I’m not holy.

This shit. This me running off at the mouth is completely pointless. When it comes to trying to move anyone else. I’ve given up on saving people. 

This is for me. Who values talking about things. For those with ears to hear.

You grew up with lots of fairy tales. Where a great rich man saves the damsels in distress. And a big, genius, tough guy saves the rest of the world. Always. Every show, every book, every movie. The entire zeitgeist. And we didn’t even see it. That they sandwiched Jesus right in there.

You hum songs about lots of fictional characters just like you hum hymns about Jesus. Praying always ad nauseum for someone to save you. From every angle. To swoop in and magically fix all the messes we make.

Do less privileged societies have this same superhero Saviour narrative? Or do they have community and a spiritual Life based on some completely different story? At least until the missionaries show up. Making ’em twice the sons of hell that they are.

Religion devoid of real relationship is witchcraft. And professing Christians are some of the worst in that regard.

Jesus showed off. So we’d believe what He was saying about Himself/God and ourselves. For true healing.

Not so we could all escape the learning process and be magically delivered from our consequences. 

And that news doesn’t preach as well on Easter Sunday. That the preacher isn’t going to save you. But come back again next week to learn how you can save yourselves.

Because there is a literal SHIT TON of work we’ve let fester for thousands of years. Century after century of people sitting in pews trying to invoke incantations. Rather than getting a backbone and getting to work.

Sorry to break it to you. The worst being this is not at all popular. At least in America.

The good news: God never let you down because God wasn’t in the business of making sanitized robots. 

The bad news: Everyone else let you down. And you were raised to fall in line: shut up, not put up a fight, and then teach everyone else to do the same.

You’re sitting there asking yourself how big players on the world stage, who claim to represent Christ mind you, are allowed to get away with the horrible things making the news.

The answer: we ALL let it get to that point. Everyone who ever interacted with them. Everyone who ever did business with them. We enabled that horrendous mess. That absolute crime against all of us going around like the worst pandemic. 

Again, the good news: that means we are strong enough to see it now. To deal with it. To do the work. 

Bad news: there’s A LOT of work to do.

You can’t take it all on. There are people closer to the world stage bad actors than you. 

But you can make changes in who you have contact with. 

And more importantly, you can focus on cleaning up your own Life first. That’s what I finally figured out. To my GREAT disappointment.

That I don’t think Jesus is the great janitor coming to whisk you away to heaven somewhere on earth while he erases your messes. 

I wish, but it hasn’t happened yet. I’ve waited my whole life. Decades. Because that’s all they always told me to do: be still.

And NOTHING. Things only got worse. Deteriorated. Until I was finally tired enough to get angry and start asking different questions.

Oh, I still believe in Jesus. But not the Jesus you tried to give all the blame to.

I now believe in a Jesus who walks with me constantly. To bring me as much healing as I’ll allow. So I can deliver myself. 

I don’t think anymore that Superman Jesus exists the way you taught me he does. I don’t think Sugar Daddy Jesus is going to swoop in like a pimp and save the day. I don’t think Daddy Warbucks Jesus exists like you’ve been hoping all this time.

But I even think Jesus lets us believe those lies. When we are too young to know better. So they’ll see us through. Until we’re strong enough to handle the Truth.

Now that’s genius. Even if it’s confusing to wrap your mind around at first. That Jesus will even use the lies we’ve been taught to comfort us until we’re strong enough.

Do you want more? That’s what it comes down to. Jesus asking you if you want to be healed? Or not. 

Either way you are Loved just the same. This isn’t about some fictional Sky Daddy having an ego. 

This is about REAL Love. That you are a Child of The Most High. That you and your Life actually matter. Not at all in any measure of service to others. But even if you truly did nothing at all.

This is only about what you want.

And the fruit will be a direct result of what you choose. Or don’t. As long as it will benefit you in the end. Even if you INSIST on learning the hard way: what not to do first. 

ZERO condemnation!!!

Just you deciding how many laps you want to do in the desert before you believe how worthy and valuable you TRULY are to your Creator. 

AMEN!