I listened and watched for over twenty years as the people who said they were God’s mouthpieces spewed the “if you died today, do you know for sure you’d be in Heaven” sales-pitch, scare tactic, 123-repeat-after-me, manipulative, skeezy lines. I used to believe in the pious, creepy, condemnation and arrogance-laden, self-righteous shit shows solemnly (gleefully) condemning all those outside their church doors to Hell.
They pretend racism is a thing of the past while actively supporting stereotyping, oppression, violence, and discrimination against POC and immigrants.
They love looking for the spirit of the anti-Christ in everyone and everything except inside their own hearts. I was born and bred in that cultish culture. I can say with certainty that the most evil, hateful, abusive, insidious anti-Jesus mindsets I have ever known are found in those waving gory anti-reproduction rights posters in vulnerable women’s faces, shoving conversion therapy pamphlets into young, hurting hands, pretending racism is a thing of the past while actively supporting stereotyping, oppression, violence, and discrimination against POC and immigrants, spitting and screaming from behind their pulpits, using their religious authority to hurt and abuse, then covering it all up, putting on concerts with light shows to lure the “lost” in just like the man in the van giving candy to kids, and teaching bible classes telling young inductees to target the depressed and hurting because they’re more “susceptible to our message”.
Evangelicals are singing “washed by the blood” songs, but ignoring the fact that the blood on their hands isn’t Christ’s.
It’s found in the people who know exactly what is going on behind the scenes. They’ve seen others pull back that curtain and suffer for it. But they choose to look the other way. Singing their “washed by the blood” songs, but ignoring the fact that the blood on their hands isn’t Christ’s. And that, right now, at that very moment, Jesus wouldn’t dream of stepping foot in their whited sepulcher of a church building. I watched and listened and desperately searched for Jesus. Then, finally, I walked away and found Him and freedom for the very first time.
Burn. It. All. Down.