Our jaws dropped.
That was the frequent reaction from those of us who loved and listened to Jonathan Richard Cring. He said things we might have thought. Or said things we felt but had not put into words. Or said things that were too controversial to be said.
The funny thing was, when asked about that particular quality, he would pause, and then say, “Yeah, but when I think about the things Jesus said, I’m just a chicken-heart.”
This passage, taken from his 2007 book, Jesonian, illustrates the point. Both points, in fact.
Sometimes a word just gets worn out.
It has been squeezed into so many diverse jobs that it ceases to have any practical definition or application.
Such a word is “Christian.” I am a firm believer in the life, times and all the philosophies and claims of Jesus. But I have just come to the conclusion that Jesus would make a lousy Christian.
He was uncomfortable with ritual.
He hated judgmentalism.
Hypocrisy made him so mad that he became violent and whipped people.
He found it impossible to be dogmatic, saying, “Those that are not against us are for us.”
Let us think rationally. Christianity has committed too many atrocities and applauded too many fools to be taken seriously as either a word or a movement. Maybe when they first used the word in Antioch so many centuries ago, it was clever and pointed. Now, it is miserable and ambiguous.
Jesus dealt with an identical dilemma during his ministry—so many cults of Judaism existed that the only way he could separate himself from the platitudes of the day was to talk about the Kingdom of God. It was not only thematic; it became the headline banner for his ministry.
His philosophy was, “Call me a Nazarene. Call me a Galilean. Call me a healer. Call me a Kingdom teacher. Call me a wine-bibber, a glutton, a friend of sinners. Anything but a Jew.” And as atrocious as the word “Christian” has become, the phrase, “Judeo-Christian” incorporates an even greater, more insulting insipidity.
There is nothing wrong with being a Jew—unless you are supposed to be a Christian. And there is nothing wrong with being a Christian, except it has lost all its external meaning.
I can no longer look at the actions—or perhaps I should say inactions—of a stumbling religious system that parades itself as Christian and jump on the bandwagon. The term will never be pure again.
Facts are, we have abandoned many words in our society:
Prohibition
Nigger
Bull Moose
League of Nations
Segregation
Manifest Destiny
Indian
Slave
Midget
And “little woman”
Others that are soon to be abandoned in this humble author’s opinion:
The weaker sex
Time-out for kids
African-American
Asian-American
Or anything before American
Redneck
Pro-life and pro-choice
And “ideal body weight”
Jesus said, “By your words you are justified and by your words you are condemned.”
I do not feel justified anymore when I call myself a Christian. I feel condemned, cast into a pit with all the hackneyed representations of religious fervor or denominational deaths that wreak from the pit of meaninglessness.
There is a higher calling. I want to be spiritual enough to be a practical man. Do I need a name for that? I don’t know, but it sure isn’t “Christian”—and it is not Baptist, Lutheran, Methodist, Catholic or any one of 350 other names. I do not want to become a demagogue on this issue—but the word just must go.
I knew Jesus before he was a Christian. What am I supposed to do with that information? Just look at the evolution the name of Jesus underwent in the history of Christian theology:
First, he was Jesus of Nazareth. Then the Son of Man. Then he was Jesus Christ. Then he was Jesus Christ Our Lord. A few more years pass and they add Savior to his title. Then, after Savior came King of Kings, followed by the Lamb of God, culminating in The Coming King.
Now, I may believe all those things about him, but they are not his name. His name is Jesus. He liked being Jesus, and throughout all my travels, I do believe that his name is still marketable. But the word “Christian” can evoke anything from apathy to rage.
Jesus doesn’t want to be a Christian. Dogmatic? I don’t know. But since he is not here right now, I thought someone should speak up for him.
Jesus does not want to hate homosexuals even if the majority of presumably moral people feel that way.
Jesus would not condone blacks and whites worshipping separately just because “they do it different.”
Jesus did not believe that women were supposed to be subject unto men.
Jesus did not believe in Children’s Church—he was constantly surrounded by the little tots at all times.
Jesus did not begin a praise and worship team—the egos would have destroyed his ministry.
Jesus did not preach against anything except the hypocrites who preached against everything.
Jesus would not steal money from widows to support his television ministry.
Jesus would not start a university to foster parochial thinking and provincial scruples.
Jesus would not advertise his upcoming crusade in the newspaper—where he would be walking on water.
Jesus did not bore his audience to tears with little anecdotes and meaningless homilies, leading to no change in people’s lives.
Jesus would not own a stained glass anything.
Jesus would not allow himself to be sucked up in the political fray.
Jesus would not condone a war as being “for the good of the people.”
Jesus would not allow women and children to be categorized as lesser citizens and objects for manipulation and control.
Jesus would not be comfortable just listening to organ music.
Jesus would suggest that choirs cease to sing if they must do it in a drone.
Jesus would not tolerate prejudice in the guise of racial pride.
Jesus would not be able to stomach theological discussion that did not lead to the relief of human conflict.
Jesus would refuse all titles extoling his goodness, just like he did with the young ruler.
Jesus would deflect all praise and bring focus on the faith of the people.
Jesus would chop up all the pulpits and make firewood to warm the homeless.
Jesus would ask us to give more of ourselves and our hearts, and less of our money and bonds.
Jesus…would refuse to be a Christian.
Sit Down Comedy … May 8th, 2020
Jonathots Daily Blog
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They are lying to me again.
Folks tell me I should just accept it. “Everybody lies. Just get used to it.”
I can’t.
There are just some matters that are so important they require the truth.
I’m being lied to about Covid-19.
I know I am.
I’m not paranoid. I’m just observing that all the symptoms of lying have sprouted.
All these things tell me that the participants involved in this pandemic feel the need to lie in some capacity to support their position.
Even Dr. Fauci seems quite fuzzy.
For we all know, if this gentleman were actually telling the whole truth, his ass would have been fired weeks ago. He’s walking that “fine line” between revelation and deception.
I believe the good of mankind is total transparency. After all, they think you and I can’t handle the truth. Right? We need someone to pander to us. We need to know that God is still blessing America.
They are lying to me again. What should I do about it?
Here are two things we know:
Whatever we do is going to be messy—but at its core, needs to be initiated through mercy.
So I need three questions answered.
I shall not believe a Republican or a Democrat in an election year.
Unlike millions of Americans, I don’t have faith in the medical field. I know for a fact, they tout more than they deliver.
And in spite of my faith, I do not believe that God is going to intervene, interrupt Science and His own Natural Order—to pinpoint one organism and obliterate it so we can go play football again. So here are my questions:
Question One: Do you have a preference?
Since you’re going to be making decisions about the safety and lifestyle of the American people, do you have a preference?
I mean, have you already decided that one approach is better for your political party? Have you concluded that you’re going to follow the dictates of some organization, where you’ve placed your allegiance in determining what is best to do?
If you are, I can’t listen to you unless I want to be a fool.
Question Two: Are you angry?
Are you preparing to make a decision about the health of 330 million people based upon a fussiness that has settled into your soul?
For I will tell you, the forces of the universe don’t give a shit if you feel put out, and they certainly are not frightened of the prospect of your raging tantrum.
And my final question to anyone who is going to try to offer truthful insight and a solution to this situation is:
Question Three: Who or what do you really care about?
I have to know.
Do you care about the stranger who has blood, heart and brain, just like you? Or do you feel that this stranger can be damned—just as long as the right person ends up in the White House?
So as I’ve asked the questions…
…the answers so far have been unfulfilling and even disturbing.
Here is what I feel:
Life is messy.
Tell the truth.
It doesn’t get better painted with lies.
Life demands mercy because we require it also.
So whatever you decide to do needs to be drenched in mercy.
I will not continue to be lied to and play the part of a helpless buffoon. Don’t talk to me unless you’re prepared to tell a truth that contradicts what you said before.
Then, and only then, will I be willing to listen.
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