What I think is that we should leave them behind.
I’ve come to realize that my attitude toward the dispensationalists and the reconstructionists is pretty much the same as their attitude toward me: I’m happy to leave them to what they want, while I move on to reality.
They are looking forward to the moment in which their deluded fantasies of hate are actualized by a loving God, so they can laugh as the people who made fun of their stupidity are cast into a lake of fire. This is what their intelligence has distilled from the doctrine of loving your enemy.
In other words, they hate me and want to hurt me, but they have neither the brains nor the balls to do it themselves, so they pray to God to do it for them. (Somehow, I don’t find that particularly threatening.)
Still, amazingly enough, I can’t find it in my heart to want to hurt them. All I want is for them to suffer the consequences of their beliefs.
I don’t want them to starve, or die of preventable diseases. But I wouldn’t give them food, or medicine, or medical care, or even hospice care. Let them grow their own food, if they can figure out how. Let them evolve — oops, I mean intelligently design — their own medical procedures. Let them live the life they imagine, while we construct a just society.
What humanity cannot afford is to have these so-called Christians influencing public policy. Since I’m against capital punishment, I can’t really advocate machine-gunning them, although from the practical point of view that’s the most logical.
But I can feel perfectly comfortable with leaving them behind. If they choose to accept reality — like calculus and evolution and the inherent superiority of intelligence — then they’re acceptable in my world. Otherwise, not.
The other day some politician who will be remembered, but probably not very well, made some slanderous comment about a certain group of religious folks, referring to the likes of all of them as fasicsts.
Anyway, I've got a small book in my "to be read list" called Living Faith written by a fellow named Jimmy Carter. I'ved picked it up and scanned a few chapters here and there, but haven't digested it yet.
Like the Apple though, I'll bite into it sooner or later and take a taste of it. I suspect I'll find some choice nuggets there.
Perhaps that writer a long time ago got it wrong.
It might not have been an Apple in that garden a long time ago, it might have been a sweet Pomegranate, only that damn Pomegranate had one part that was spoiled and rotten and that should never have been eaten.
Unfortunately, they seem to breed at a higher rate than those families living in reality, friend.
Posted by: farang on August 13, 2006 12:57 PM