The years between eighteen and twenty-eight are the hardest, psychologically. It’s then you realize this is make or break, you no longer have the excuse of youth, and it is time to become an adult – but you are not ready.
A pastor friend of mine once asked me, “Judah, do you know any pimps?”
“Um, no?” I was a bit confused about where this conversation was going.
“Do you know any drug dealers?”
“I don’t think so.”
“Any exotic dancers?”
“How about any prostitutes?”
“Of course not!” I was a bit indignant now, as if he was trying to indict me somehow. He got a sad look on his face.
“Neither do I,” he said. “I think that’s part of the problem.
Jesus exposed the ugliness of inhumane religious laws by healing on the Sabbath. He exposed the ugliness of patriarchy by his respectful treatment of women. He exposed the ugliness of cultural taboos by touching lepers and having fellowship with unacceptable “sinners”. He exposed the ugliness of institutionalized Jewish racism by ministering to and praising Gentiles and Samaritans. And he exposed the ugly injustice of the Roman government and the world by entering into solidarity with a rebel race and letting us crucify him on the cross. Jesus’ whole life was the kingdom of God, and his consistent sacrificial love, in solidarity with the oppressed, consistently provided a beautiful contrast to the ugliness of the oppressive kingdom of the world and the oppressive principalities and powers that are over it.
And let’s face it, Jon, there’s no way this man could be Santa. Because the moment white folks saw a Black man with a big old bag coming down the chimney, it’d be time to grab a gun and stand your ground.
I will reblog all of the jessica williams gifs. she needs her own show, so she can stop appearing on that transphobe’s airtime
Members of Congress are living off food stamps for a week to protest Republican cuts. It’s a challenge for them, but GOP cuts would hurt millions of everyday Americans.
Why does this not have more publicity. This needs it!
Signal boosting this A) because it deserves to be seen by more people, and b) because I appreciate some members of Congress are actually willing to see what it’s like living on food stamps in order to make their point about how horrifying cutting food stamps would be.
News flash, regressives: people on food stamps do not load up on Snickers bars and filet mignon. They’re limited in what they can buy, and oftentimes, it’s not enough to get by on. Go on thinking these are entitlements that let minorities live lives of luxury, comfortable in the knowledge that you’ll never go hungry.
You privileged, elitist pricks.
all women were bigger and stronger than you
and thought they were smarter
women were the ones who started wars
too many of your friends had been raped by women wielding giant dildos
and no K-Y Jelly
the state trooper
who pulled you over on the New Jersey Turnpike
was a woman
and carried a gun
the ability to menstruate
was the prerequisite for most high-paying jobs
your attractiveness to women depended
on the size of your penis
every time women saw you
they’d hoot and make jerking motions with their hands
women were always making jokes
about how ugly penises are
and how bad sperm tastes
you had to explain what’s wrong with your car
to big sweaty women with greasy hands
who stared at your crotch
in a garage where you are surrounded
by posters of naked men with hard-ons
men’s magazines featured cover photos
of 14-year-old boys
tucked into the front of their jeans
and articles like:
“How to tell if your wife is unfaithful”
“What your doctor won’t tell you about your prostate”
“The truth about impotence”
the doctor who examined your prostate
was a woman
and called you “Honey”
you had to inhale your boss’s stale cigar breath
as she insisted that sleeping with her
was part of the job
you couldn’t get away because
the company dress code required
you wear shoes
designed to keep you from running
And what if
after all that
women still wanted you
to love them.
I’m trying to love people because they exist and not because of what they can do for me.
I’m not sure if Louis C.K. is religious or not, but he has incisively touched upon a profound truth – if we do not allow ourselves to go to the deep, dark place, we deny ourselves the fullness of life and survive with superficial satisfaction. If church is to be a place where we invite people to meet with God, we must provide a space to plunge past the urges to placate those initial nagging thoughts of sad, and immerse ourselves in full-blown lament. This is often not the case in church communities. The Church is filled with resurrection Sunday people and not many Good Friday folks. Any hints of negativity or complaint is quickly shut down with a call to thanksgiving. We sing songs like, “When the darkness closes in Lord, still I will bless your name!” The taboo attached to swear words within Christian culture is a terrible barrier to true lament, because “gosh darn it, my wife just got diagnosed with cancer”, doesn’t do justice to the depth of sorrow. When our God given compassionate hearts encounter stories of abused children, it warrants a “Fuck it” in expression of our righteous rage. Like the kitschy Kincade paintings, the church masks over authentic suffering of the soul with pithy sayings and pat answers until all that glows is an artificial light, while true fire dies out.
Yes! I watched this interview of Louis where he talks about how all people have a sort of “forever empty” thing in us all that we try to pacify with things. He of course does not point to Christ as the answer, but I still found his brutally honest rant refreshing. I love that man, how he raises his children, and how he calls bullshit when he sees it… even if it’s about the brokenness of the church.