Monday, June 05, 2006

We all hold Hitler in side

Today I read a article from the stranger about churches in Seattle ( I started to think as I was reading it...what is the call of Christians and Church? Is it to keep ourselves pure by disengaging and objectifying those who do not follow our perception of who a Christian should be? Or for that matter who anyone should be...are we called to bless or to curse? When I start to think on what the focus of my faith should be I come back to the two great commandments the one’s which Christ said that all of the law and prophets were to be fulfilled in; Love the Lord your God with all of your heart and all of your mind and all of your soul. And love your neighbor as yourself. Does this mean that you harm that person who you have been called to love? Does this mean that you objectify them so that it is easier to harm them...”well they are a sinner you know” when did we forget that we are all sinners and murderers we all carry the possiblity of becoming Hitler or Stalin. Just because we don’t give into the massive darkness and shadows of our hearts does not mean that we are better than those who do. In fact I think it just might be that we are worse because we only allow those shadow killers who we can justify as something good. Isn’t it interesting that the only difference between a vice and a virtue in the indulgence of the virtue? So easily something that is good can be come destructive and harmful. The desire to hold and reveal God’s glory can so easily become a way to separate oneself from the very people God desires us to learn from in relationship. Well I cannot hang out with those people they may compromise my faith...instead of wow I need to spend time with my gay friends because they teach me so much about what it is to care and love others they root my faith.
These lyrics from Sufian Stevens’s Song “John Wayne Gracy, Jr.” I think need to be at the heart of how we look at others. We are all capable of great evil and great good. Do we chose to love those we encounter or objectify them so that we don’t have to do the hard work of loving them and seeing ourselves in their darkness of heart. What are we each hiding under the floor?

John Wayne Gracy Jr. From the album "Illinois"

His father was a drinker and his mother cried in bed
Folding John Wayne's t-shirts when the swingset hit his head
The neighbors they adored him
For his humor and his conversation
Look underneath the house there
Find the few living things, rotting fast, in their sleep
Oh the dead
27 people
Even more, they were boys, with their cars, summer jobs
Oh my God
Are you one of them?
He dressed up like a clown for them
With his face paint white and red
And on his best behavior
In a dark room on the bed he kissed them all
He'd kill ten thousand people
With a slight of his hand, running far, running fast to the dead
He took off all their clothes for them
He put a cloth on their lips, quiet hands, quiet kiss on the mouth
And in my best behavior
I am really just like him
Look beneath the floor boards
For the secrets I have hid

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