Inclusive language is nauseating. There's no more talk of hell or sin. I over-heard one woman rather whining about a new crucifix in their parish saying, "I don't need to see that, I just don't think we need to see [that]" then added, "we had a perfectly nice Jesus on the cross that was dressed, he was glorified... wearing a robe and a pink sash, and he wasn't naked!" I'll pass on posting her thoughts about The Passion of the Christ....
"Cafeteria Catholics" want a cozy, soft, pastel God, a God they can "form in their own image," and who thinks just like they do! That's the 'new atheism' that' s rampant all over Christendom and it's most chilling! The God who was hanged on a cross, naked and bloody is not what they "care to see." Hmm...They don't believe there's a hell, because that's so intolerant, but they DO want a Heaven, only one that never costs a Calvary. Well, I hate to pop that "tolerant bubble" but guess what...that AIN'T GONNA HAPPEN!
Jesus said, "Take up your cross and follow me." Some would obviously think he was being too harsh and intolerant, no doubt. Man, if Jesus was only more like Oprah......or that most tolerant of all women, Rosie O'Donnell.
Wow... I've just succeeded in making myself wanna puke!
Pastel God
We’ve painted God a soft pastel
To blend with our décor
His eyes no longer burn with fire
We don’t fear Him anymore
No more talk of blood-red sin
No more talk of hell
No fear of God resides in us
His commandments we dispel
The bloody path to Calvary
We’ve chosen to ignore
Material gain we gladly embrace
While our crosses remain on the floor
Allured by New Age philosophies
Which exalt and esteem only self
We leave the Truth for hollow lies
While His Word gathers dust on the shelf
The promises of God are packaged
And sold, like charms in a pastel box
We quote them proudly and they tickle us pink
While we blindly forget what they cost
In believing only part of the Truth
What we fail to fully perceive
Is the dangerous trade, we have just made
And in the end it’s a lie we believe
We’ve painted God a soft pastel
To blend with our décor
His eyes no longer burn with fire
We don’t fear Him anymore
© Susie Melkus
05.06.06
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