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Jesus Doesn't Live Here Anymore

This country is obviously more fucked up than I'd ever believed.

I've recently read articles about different major cities debating whether or not to outlaw feeding the homeless. The thought that anyone would ever think this is a bad idea just shows how fucked we are here.

It's bad enough that our country believes that health care is a privilege; only those who can afford it can have it. Same with our justice system. I read today about a 16 year white old boy who killed four people in a drunken car crash being given probation over jail time, simply because he's rich and didn't understand that his actions had consequences. Had that been a poor black kid, the courts would probably have pushed for the death penalty.

I've never seen our country so deeply divided. When I was a kid in school, we were taught "United we stand, divided we fall." I'm waiting for the inevitable fall.

I'm seeing so much bad in this country lately that I'm having a tough time seeing the good that I know is around me. It's no wonder than suicide rates go up around the holidays...it seems like the media is going out of it's way to only show the ugly side of humanity.

We should all be coming together to make this world a better place...at least at this time of year. But...we're not.

I was getting ready to walk to the store this evening when this song hit me...out of nowhere. Sometimes that what songs do...they come on all at once and demand that they be written. I grabbed the closest guitar and my fingers automatically went to the chords. My right hand started to strum a waltz (another one!) and the words poured out of me faster than I knew what to do with. I lost a couple of verses because I couldn't keep up with myself.

I think this song says it all. America no longer has a use for faith. We put our stock in science and the media. If you call yourself a Christian, you're equated with the lunatics on the right...the Westboro Baptists and such. Americans have traded in actual faith for a few memorized prayers from childhood and the belief that if we SAY we're Christians, and go to church once in a while, that we'll all be OK.

That's not how it works. Christ's message was one of love, not greed...not only when it's convenient or beneficial. Instead of following His message, we follow the latest celebrities. Atheism is the new Christianity. Atheists and agnostics are more militant than any Christian, Jew, Muslim, Buddhist, etc. has ever been. They count only on facts. There is no room for faith.

There's a meme I often see, and I've heard a song with the same title: "Y'all motherfuckers need Jesus!" We do. We really do.

If you've read this far, please take 3 more minutes and listen to this. Let me know what you think.



Merry Christmas!

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  1. Memphis MikeDecember 12, 2013 at 10:00 PM

    I don't think "genius" is the word I'd use. My faith is the one thing that no one can ever take from me...but the mess this country is in is certainly a trial!

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