Christians don’t have Convictions
If this is not about you, then it is not about you. But it is, isn’t it?
A continuation of: I AM THAT I AM
Like the pink-haired septum-pierced crowd they profess to oppose, Christians don’t have convictions; they have dictates and dogma.
Every time I think I find a Christian with convictions, there is no there there. Like Joe Biden at a debate, they rely on their earpiece connected to the machine pulling the strings. The whole point is to show how much like everyone else they are. This, of course, is the abandonment of self and soul, and without that, there can be no relationship. The very thing they say their savior died to give them, a relationship, they reject before it might even begin. And it’s all so obvious to everyone but them.
Everything isn’t mysterious. You're just retarded.
Everything isn’t confusing. You’re just weak.
Everything isn’t hard. You're just bad at it.
Most Christians are void of wisdom and incapable of understanding the vast tension within beauty.
His ways are not our ways — We are created in his image and given his spirit.
He is Unchanging — He is the New song.
Honor your father and mother — Forsake your father and mother.
The Alpha — The Omega
Meaningless, meaningless says the teacher… these color-by-number frauds don’t understand the first thing about finding everything in its right place and time. After 2k years of laying again the same foundation and eating mush baby food, instead of going on to something more solid, they motor boat their way back to the tit. But this cilicon-uni-boob hasn’t any nutrition, only the sloppy echo-chamber slurry of spoiled milk that has been nippin about for ages.
While foreigners strip away the nations their ancestors built, Christians sing songs and clap their hands. While muslims kill their “brothers and sisters,” Christians pig out on potlucks. While the spiritually, morally, and intellectually brave forcefully advance, Christians compete to be the most uninteresting human beings on earth. The most boring people live without conviction… oh, but they think they do; these chattle will die on the hill that the aforementioned pepperoni-tipped uni-boob is sustenance of their own making, and they will present its slop as if it were a Michelin-starred four-course meal.
“Beware the knowers.”
Christians know everything, everything they have been told to know, the same knowing that they have known for millennia. The whole experience is void of conviction, for conviction takes an individual, a soul uniquely experiencing something both beyond and inside themselves.
Conviction takes a willingness to dwell in the house where offense lives. Conviction is always and only formed through being tested and from being offended. When faced with that test, the weak will drop their shields and flee back to that boingy bitch-tit, not being able to regurgitate conformity is every unthinking fool’s nightmare. When you talk to these “people,” you can feel them wanting to give all the officially approved answers; the worrying is thick and sticky… “What would my pastor say?” They will tell you how important it is not to think for themselves. There is no more adventure, their book, which alongside other idols they worship, is final. The God they say is so big, has already been figured out, he is completely known to the degree he can be or should be.
Ultimately, it comes down to cowardice, and for them, there is no boat to step out of onto the waves from; they are not even on the shoreline; they are in the cave of their master, running from shadows on the wall. Those who do not seek will not find.
Christians’ knowing is void of seeking; it is all destination and no journey.
It’s all so painfully obvious, but they don’t know where to look. It’s all so plainly clear, but they’re still looking at the cave wall. It’s all so exciting, but they prefer all that is bland, banane, and blah.
