Passivists

What sizzle in the word “pacifist” forebodes the world’s implosion? The shocked stare’s transparency, the slow concretion of fear into obstinacy—yes, I see that you hate me for it.

I’m not one, of course. That’s preposterous, for some eminent and unspoken reason. No, but sometimes I like to pretend—and let me tell you, ideological slaps in the face are way more satisfying than slinging around stereotypical stamps (see hippie, democrat, liberal, etc.). You don’t know what hit you, and you can’t catch a retort as I sit and await the congealing judgment. Why? Oh yes, because you’re a Christian, and now you’re trapped in an irony you can’t quite catch: you hate me for assuming the duty, yours and you know it, which you’ve decided to read over (as the Spirit guides you to blot out the very Spirit of the text). And the hate circles around your conscience and gives drowned Guilt a second bite…because deeply, you know that’s wrong too.

Hopefully you see the humor of this sloppy labeling system of yours: I am not a Christian, because I value peace, freedom, tolerance (NT style). You are a Christian because you value ignoring your own complicity, demolishing divergences from complete cultural prostitution, and general mental laziness. And this last is what we call Love, children. Praise hate then, and just call me the Anti-Christ. Behold, Christian, the offspring of your illness.

Funny? It would be funny if the thousands of deaths weren’t such a numerical nuisance in the way of bright sights and sounds, money in the bank, and children to leave unloved. Ah, this is life. Blessed be the Lord who has bestowed such riches upon us.

A few enigmatic insights for you, brother:

1.) You are not always right.

2.) Jesus was not a Republican.

3.) Or White.

4.) Or Rich.

Meditate on these spiritual truths, my brother, and perhaps one day you too will enter the realm of Reality. You cannot be saved if you do not exist.