A Confession

Once there was a man, who was born on earth, and lived with us. He taught us that there was a radically different view of the universe then the one that we had inherited from our fathers. He showed us a world where every man was a brother, where riches where meaningless, and where love was triumphant. And though the words of this man are repeated daily by priests and politicians, and many consider his thoughts the very foundation of western society, we have become estranged from him. We have lost our way. We have forgotten every single damn thing he thought us. Some like gabbing beasts echo his words, but for all intents and purposes, they might as well be invoking dark spirits to do their bidding. I am told that people, who can viciously mock and deride homosexuals as freaks, and then turn around to say with gritted teeth that they love the sinners when it is all too clear where their hearts lie, are my brothers in Christ. That people who talk of ‘fags’ and ‘sand niggers’ are as much a Christian as Maximilian Kolbe and Martin Luther King. That when Christ says ‘love they neighbor as yourself’, that to love meant discrimination, brutal mockery, apathy and even outright hatred.

No, this is not right.

And what really scares me, is not what I see in them, but what I see in myself. Because I hate them. I hate these false Christians so much. For what they have done to my religion. To our religion. To His Religion. But because I hate them, I am nothing more then another one of them. And when I started this poem, I so dearly wanted to judge them. I wanted to condemn them to hell. And when I saw what I was becoming, I grew disgusted with myself. For at the core, this is what is killing my faith; hatred. If I cannot love these people, I am doomed to hell, and even the atheist walks closer to god then I do.

To forgive them is beyond me. I can’t do it, no more then I can move the Red Sea. He can make a change in my heart, do something words can not accurately describe; He can make me into what I really am, what we all really are. A loving person. A real person. Pray for me, beloved reader, pray for us, that we might stop all of our hate. God, Forgive me.

I can’t judge them. I mustn’t hate them. I must go forth and bring back the word, the simple clear word that has always been at the heart of our faith. They might be elaborated on, and there’s nothing wrong with doing so. But here, today, I need to be simple, clear, concise; I need a tiny creed, one that is not large, but speaks volumes

There is a God
He loves us.

Amen