I’m not a frequent church goer. It’s usually a wedding, funeral, and holiday affair. Nothing against church goers. Some of my dearest friends and family members are church goers. I just have a hard time sitting still on uncomfy benches listening to folks bellow out hymns in the wrong key and their very own interpretation of what the music is supposed to sound like. I was always told to hold my tongue if I couldn’t say something kind and when “Nearer My God to Thee” is sung to the tune of “Yankee Doodle” and cat yowls mashed together, my internal filter stops working and I may get a bit unglued on folks. There is a Constitutional amendment that protects me from cruel and unusual punishment and I feel this should be extended to Sunday services as well.
ANYwho where was I going with this? Oh Yeah…back to the point.
Jesus can’t like Nazis. He’s clearly incapable of turning the other cheek when it comes to those Alt-Right ideals. This is not really news. I’ve read up on the guy and he’s more of a love and light kind of guy. Ya know “love thy neighbors” and all that jazz. I’d attend a dinner party he was putting on, that’s for sure. He has a thing for red wine and that’s my adult beverage of choice. What I did find a bit out of the ordinary was someone feeling so strongly about JC’s no-Nazi policy that they painstakingly pieced together and stitched a banner to display in a house of worship. This banner, proudly put up to cover up eons old water damage, was such a surprise that I may have possibly made a loud guffaw shortly after the funeral service of a well respected member of our community and a dear friend of the family. Oops. My timing blows chunks. Fun note, here’s the proof of the fabric protest sign. I am a bit confused with the red flames around the base of the cross but I’m the last person to mock or knock artistic license.
The other banner on the way in to the chapel was more of the peace and love bit. This is placed within ten feet of the no nonsense no-Nazi fabric propaganda poster. Given the current political climate, I’m willing to place some serious money on this not being a coincidence.
I live in an incredibly right-wing, ultra conservative, theocratic (or it can seem like it at times) state. This particular church is one of the oldest churches in the state and the parishioners average age is likely 80 or more. Those old broads had quite the sewing circle. I may just have to change my notion of what church-going is and give it a go more than a couple of times a year.