I tried, I really tried to just keep walking as there are homeless mental patients who go to a clinic in this neighborhood and sleep in nearby bushes, and I didn't know what this guy was capable of doing. So I turned, and took off my sunglasses and he saw the fright mask my face is this morning after all last night’s crying. I'm ashamed to admit it but I started hollering too, as it had been a very tense Christmas and now it was all going to come out. In a voice that exploded from deep within, I said, “Hey, Jesus was born in the springtime, you idiot. This is all a marketing scheme between Popes and merchants that's been going on for two thousand years."
And he was getting closer.
“Did Christ tell you to follow a sick old lady down the street hollering and judging? You brainless idiot,” my voice so strong and powerful it propelled him backwards, like I had an internal megaphone. My sudden transition startled him, and he stopped, looked at me like maybe I really was the devil and scampered off in the other direction while I kept shouting, "Brainless babbling idiot! Brainless babbling Idiot!"
Probably even the people in the nearby Catholic Church.
The Lord did not send his only begotten son in order to assure high year end retail sales profits.
I often wonder how we've let the truth about Jesus be so corrupted and outright contradicted in the Christianity of capitalism and Ayn Rand style self sufficiency, the theology that permeates this country and threatens to become our official religion. By the way, Ayn Rand was an atheist, much more heathen than I ever was.
As Jesus said to do in the Sermon on the Mount, I keep my prayer private. I know I'm not a heathen, I know I live my life in a godly way and stay as much as possible in a constant state of prayer. I just don't boast about it, as it says right in Matthew Six, in the Sermon on the Mount, “Keep your prayer private, don't be boastful.”
-By Kay Ebeling
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