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I am therefore proposing the following edit in the Gospel of Luke: But I tell you who hear me: Love your enemies, do good to those who hate you, bless those who curse you, pray for those who mistreat you. If someone strikes you on one cheek, turn to him the other also. But if he also strikes that cheek, he’s an asshole and you should kick the shit out of him. If someone takes your cloak, do not stop him from taking your tunic. But he persists and also wants your sandals, he’s probably a crackhead, and you can put a cap in his ass, because, really, who’s going to miss a crackhead?
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Aw, man, Bricker beat me to the joke. [scuffs toe in dirt]
Seriously, though…armed guards? Physically trying to restrain someone from walking off with a communion wafer? Death threats? There are a number of Catholics involved in this story that seriously need to re-read their Gospels.
Bill Donahue, in particular, really needs to STFU. “It is hard to think of anything more vile than to intentionally desecrate the Body of Christ.” Really, Bill? Nothing more vile? Really? Catholics of America, the Catholic League is claiming to speak for you. You might want to look into that.
This incident has probably cemented for me the fact that I never want anything to do with organized religion ever again. I’ve drifted back and forth between agnosticism and atheism for quite a while. But a comment I saw some time ago struck home with me: I’m not agnostic about Zeus. And I’m sure as hell not agnostic on the question of transubstantiation. It’s a wafer. It was a wafer before the priest said the blessing, it’s a wafer after the priest says the blessing, it’s a wafer in your digestive tract, and it’s a wafer in the sewer system afterwards. If it was a religion that was 20 years old instead of 2000, we’d be laughing at the cult leaders screaming over the offense to their magic biscuit. But it’s an old religion with, let’s be blunt, a lot of worshippers who aren’t dark-skinned foreigners, so we pretty up the language. Which would be fine with me–no skin off my nose what you do in the privacy of your own homes–except we’ve crossed to the point where a significant number of people are treating the fucking wafer with more respect than they care to grant to Professor Myers and Webster Cook. And that’s where I choose to get off the crazy train.
“Blessed are the merciful: for they shall obtain mercy.”
“But I say unto you, Love your enemies, bless them that curse you, do good to them that hate you, and pray for them which despitefully use you, and persecute you;”
“And when thou prayest, thou shalt not be as the hypocrites are: for they love to pray standing in the synagogues and in the corners of the streets, that they may be seen of men. Verily I say unto you, They have their reward. But thou, when thou prayest, enter into thy closet, and when thou hast shut thy door, pray to thy Father which is in secret; and thy Father which seeth in secret shall reward thee openly.”
“Judge not, that ye be not judged.”
These are the words of a faith I can respect, although I do not follow it myself. When more professed Christians show me some evidence that they’ve actually listened to these words of their professed saviour–when hateful Pharisees like Bill Donahue are no longer positioning themselves as the face of religion in America–then maybe I can respect the faith as it’s currently practiced.