I’m walking up to Honeychurch. The grass is nearly at my knees. A few horseflies find a moment to hover over my shoulder. I’m inclined to swat, but I pay them no mind. My mind was stewing a little. I was so ready to step through my overgrown lawn and come home and hug my house, but my mind was just somewhere else….
Jesus is now the latest on a gargantuan list of those to be dismissed. Why? It couldn’t have been his twitter feed…..couldn’t have been something he posted on instagram. Couldn’t have been something offensive he said 2,000 years ago….
Because his white, European imagery is offensive….Well, that tells me everything I need to know about your cry about racial injustice.
The desire to strip the secular sphere of Jesus based on his race and not for his preaching screams of an awful hypocrisy that should cause you to feel some shame.
You should feel terrible. Because no one who truly wants equality, no one who truly wants racial harmony, would dismiss the presence of a man, not because of his teachings, but because of his whiteness. Again, I’ll emphasize that with italics. Not his race….his whiteness.
I gave your movement a moment of my considerable thought, then lost all interest when you began to bully people. I pushed back when you were censoring art and performers, and really gave a right arched brow when you went after Eskimo Pies for being offensive to indigenous peoples. None of these demands have ever given you peace. But, if dismantling the absolute Prince of Peace will do the trick, then let’s go.
Topple statues of Jesus. Burn the Madonna and Child. Here, do it on my lawn. I’ll loan you my lighter. Shred every image you can find of Mary’s racist, oppressive whiteness. Cull any likeness to pale Jesus.
That’s fine. Because we don’t need statues and prints, mugs and prayer candles.
Our hearts burn with His presence. We don’t need His pictures, we don’t rely on icons of Him. As a matter of fact, we often close our eyes in a purposeful blindness to His image, honing our prayers and meditations towards His being. We don’t meditate on the color of his eyes, or the pigment of his skin, we bask in the quite reflection of his being.
Which tells me that none of you that are out to build by manner of destruction have ever been at peace with yourself. You don’t want to be at peace. There is too much profit to be made off of your outrage.
You won’t be hurting me if you get rid of every white faced picture of Jesus you see. Because I’m more apt to find Him, to experience Him, in how I experience you. I’m supposed to look for Him in you….At least, that’s what I gathered from the words in red. I’m supposed to look for Christ in you. I am supposed to treat you as I would treat Him….And if it pains you for someone to see the beauty in you, then brother, the problem isn’t with us, it’s with you. If you think the rejection of peace will bring you bliss, then let’s go.
If ridding the world of Jesus makes you feel good, go ahead. If that finally affords you some sense of justice, I’m with you. Cancel Jesus. Sure.
If this will finally find you peace, then I’m all in. Let’s go for it.
I just have this strange feeling that it still won’t be enough….There is too much money to be made by keeping everyone divided….
Now, if you’ll excuse me I have to go knit a few teddy bears. I’m in desperate need of a lawn mower before Honeychurch turns into Grey Gardens. No, knitting and writing aren’t as lucrative as professional outrage.
And I am so good with that.
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