Hey there. I know- I’m posting and it’s not been two weeks! WEIRD. (jk, jk)
Actually, this isn’t a proper post, it’s a re-blog of John Pavlovitz’s articles. He’s my new favorite Christian thinker and blogger.
Christian? you say.
The thing is, I grew up Christian/Protestant and so it will always be the tradition that I go back and wonder how it’s doing. I did my rebellion and I moved forward in my spiritual maturation process, but I will always look back at Christianity to see if it has grown, too. Any maybe it has, with John Pavlovitz.
Anyway, here are two posts I think deserve time and attention, from anyone who calls themselves ‘spiritual’ and most especially from those who call themselves, ‘Christian.’ I wish I had written these words.
Mr. Pavlovitz, you’re re-shaping Christianity into something better than it has been for years. I look forward to more.
Let the record show that I did not consent to this.
Let it show that I did not vote for this man, that he did not represent me, that I did not believe he was deserving of being here, that I grieved his ascension.
Let History record my objection to him, to the ways he humiliated women and vilified Muslims and threatened protestors and disregarded people of color.
Let it record my repulsion at his tremendous cruelty, his lack of compassion, his contempt for dissension, his absence of simple decency.
You tell me that you voted for Donald Trump for one reason: because you’re pro-life.
Despite everything you’ve seen and know about this man (much of which you openly lament), you say that you just can’t support someone who doesn’t share your burden, and that you’re voting solely this issue.
Life, you say is the ultimate deal breaker for you.
I wish that were true.
I actually don’t believe you’re pro-life, I believe you’re anti-abortion, which is a far more selective and convenient defense of Humanity. From where I’m standing it seems as though “Life” for you, comprises a very narrow demographic—one that bears a striking resemblance to you. The unborn are easy to advocate for because you can idealize them into something palatable to you, something benign and comfortable, something in your own image.
You see, it’s not that you’re really pro-life, you’re pro-straight, white, Christian fetuses.
I can tell by how often your heavy burden for the sanctity of life evaporates upon delivery. In so many cases this compassion really has a nine-month expiration date, as if life begins at conception but ends upon leaving the birth canal. The completion of that third trimester is actually the shelf life of your passionate regard for much of the living.