Coded gray.
Pic of the day: "Investor" is the name of the magazine. (Spot the irony.) Cover article: "What has happened to us since the fifties?" A really big sinI've touched on this subject before. I came to think of it again last night, when I was on an IRC channel with a very few online friends. One of them is gay, or so he claims. And as it was late and the talk turned to religion, there was a bit of grumbling about christianity and homosexuality. That's all very interesting, but I pointed out that current christianity has other problems that are more pressing. Most importantly, the collection of wealth, which christianity prohibits. Nobody seemed to believe me when I said that. Sadly, I was not able to back it up with quotes at the drop of a hat. But now I'll do. It may not be obvious from my light-hearted writing, but I often am concerned about the salvation of my soul. As you may know, I am a christian of sorts. Salvation comes fairly easily to us: We regret our sinful life and believe in Christ, and all the bad stuff is buried and gone. But then comes the daily life. Reading the New Testament has convinced me that christianity clashes very hard with being a big egotist. There is a lot about sharing with the poor and such ... in fact, it seems to be one of the most obvious effects of christian morality. It is certainly very different from what the casual observer of christianity would guess was its priority. To summarize this for myself, and also for the information of anyone interested, I'll quote a few easy to understand statements from the New Testament, the holy book of christians. ***
First out is John the Baptist. While not an apostle, he was definitely
one of the good guys and working on behalf of God. Here he is warning
the people:
And then comes Jesus, the certified good guy, friend of sinners and son
of God (spiritually that is, since God does not have carnal relations).
If you think he lightens the load, listen to one of his stories:
And if we claim to love Jesus, here is his comment:
No big surprise, the apostles continued in the same way. A bit less
crass, perhaps, but here is James' respect for "faith":
And John, sometimes referred to as the apostle of love: ***There are more of these, but it should suffice to hammer something into place: Sharing is not optional. It is not a nice thing to do, if the New Testament is to be believed, it is a hallmark of christianity. To be rich while others are poor (especially those of the faith) is a major sin, and virtually the only one that is repeatedly mentioned together with hellfire. (Hypocricy is up there too, and I wonder if they may not be related.) So why do the rich still have the front seats in the churches and grin as broadly as if they had stock options in Kingdom of God Inc? And what about the rest of us, who don't think of ourselves as rich but who ARE rich? After all, the vast majority (80%?) of the world lives in poverty; while I am much more likely to die from too much food rather than too little. Yes, it worries me. It really bugs me. I feel that if I understand at all what I read, the only honest thing to do would be to choose: Either share with the poor until I myself am quite uncomfortable, or stop pretending to be a christian and join the opposition. The steady compromising gnaws on my soul. But of course I'm able to close the door on this most of the time, pretend it's not there, and be happy. Happy happy happy! Don't look now.
I've been rethinking my own priorites for quite a while now, as long
time readers will know. But the measures so far have been rather feeble
and have not really benefited the poor, except for a certain poor student
perhaps. I lack the courage to act on my supposed belief; and above
all, I lack the love. (If I loved the poor the way I love her, it would
not be too hard to share.) But it is all worthless if I just do it to make
distance between me and Hell. There's one final quote that is probably
very important to all of this, but I'm not sure if anyone really
understands it: |
Foggy day. |
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