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We (means me) Suck

You know what's going to suck, the day we tally up everything we said we were going to do and realize we didn't actually do anything. If I've come to learn anything about the people of the faith of which i claim, it's that we do alot of talking, we like to sound real fancy like we know what life is all about and can justify ourselves at the drop of the hat but all the while we are talking people die, starve and go to hell. I guess it's not that bad though because in the mean time we probably established a good rule of thumb for how the next situation should be handled and how we can revise our purpose statements to convince people we still care about the rest of the world, all the while we change our church logo to seem "more of the people," and we throw up a website with sweet flash backgrounds where we can post our accolades. If i sound disappointed at this point it's because i am. I am disappointed in myself and my generation. A generation where caring is trendy and you don't have to mean it you just have to wear braclets that make people think you mean it. And as long as you read the trendy books and listen to the newest Christian tracks souls save themselves... based soley off your image. We live in a culture where New Year's resolutions are nothing but a oppertunity to look noble for a day or two and fade under the radar by february. We are the generation of i'll do better next time, sinner saved by grace, oops i did it again, tomorrow is another day lets drink and be marry because we smile even when we don't want to waste of potential. But hey even if at the end of everything we've accomplished nothing we at least looked and sounded good... so raise your glass to empty arguments and childish rivalries, person with the biggest church wins, rule number one is quantity (not quality) and the most quoted theologian gets shot gun on the way to heaven. Let the social decay begin!

The Sickness

The following was a seemingly pointless blur of typing on a word document that was originally supposed to be a term paper about the effect of the Apostle Paul's ministry on the "modern" church. This has nothing to do with the Apostle Paul but the modern church part probably fits. It hasn't been proof read and could quite possible be heresy but we will never know unless we read it now will we?

It starts as an annoyance… overlooked and ideally forgotten in a matter of moments, a slight discomfort that comes and goes and is no more. But then it grows. It grows with every despondent article and nonchalant news piece that depicts that cesspool of broken, shattered and meaningless lives. Souls pouring over the edge of an overflowing melting pot of apathy and complacent Bible hoarders; this is the world that disgusts me. Everyday this sickness grows stronger and more rampant in my gut and my constant need to distinguish it with it’ll be all right happy songs and wishy washy Bible verse embroidered motivational calendars only makes the sickness grow stronger. It is people like me that make me lye in sleepless aggression wondering if we all shouldn’t just burn in our own fiery chasm of unwillingness. Quite frankly I tired. I am tired of hearing that 3 billion people live in some form of poverty, I am tired of hearing that 57 million people exist in extreme, life-threatening, poverty. I am sure as hell tired of hearing that 30,000 children will die this very day of starvation, malnourishment and incurable sickness… like a common flu. I am tired of having to lower my eyes to a homeless man on the street not because I pity him, but because I know by passing him I am reassuring the fact that in my mind I think I am better than him, yet deep down I know the fiery pits of hell rejoice at my decision. I am tired of dancing on the cracks of this broken world. I am tired of just existing, of not changing and of furthering the pain. The sickness has brought me to the point that I vomit complacent greed and apathetic laziness and fall lifelessly to the feet of my Savior begging Him for an unwarranted chance to make something different, pleading for an undeserved chance to effect on change that in turn will spark another to where one day the name of Jesus Christ splits from the inner crust of our souls and heals, feeds, clothes and loves like it was supposed to from the moment His blood gained our lives…. I want to be Him, so badly I feel sick.

So what will a generation like ours do?