My father always promised that one day, when things got better, and we were no longer homeless, he would take us to Disney World. I remember, as a teenager driving to Orlando with my mother; we were going to hear a prophet speak. There we were, mere minutes away from the most magical place on earth. But instead of visiting the mouse, we were placing dollar bills in offering plates hoping that the trickle-down economics of the prosperity gospel might finally save us from our plight. As we drove away, I looked up at the Mickey-shaped power lines and imagined how wonderful it would be to no longer be poor. My mother looked over at me, seeing my longing, and said, “someday.” I guess she meant once we were rewarded “a hundredfold” for the tuppence we had given to the Lord, aka the prophets. Unholy Sh+t: An Irreverent Bible Study 4th Sunday of Ordinary Time Today’s reading: Matthew 5:1–12 Jesus pulled up to the crowd in his brand new 33AD BMW town car. Peter ran around back and opened the door for him. “What’s the crowd like?” Jesus asked, pulling his designer sunglasses off coolly. “We counted 5000 men, sir.” The Mount Auditorium was packed to the brim, and just before Jesus took to the stage, he dusted off his Gucci shoes and said to Peter, “make sure we are getting a cut from the fish stick sales! We are bringing Gawwwd tonight!”
The evangelical church has replaced Jesus with a golden calf. I thought that very thing when they brought that giant gold trump statue out at cpac or wherever it was. You give me hope that there are enough of us that can still see. Thank you, Father.
I read this to my husband, and he jumped up and said "Thank you!" He appreciates your writings and interpretation and it causes him to look things up (he's actually an Elder at a Presbyterian church that's in the process of closing).
The evangelical church has replaced Jesus with a golden calf. I thought that very thing when they brought that giant gold trump statue out at cpac or wherever it was. You give me hope that there are enough of us that can still see. Thank you, Father.
I read this to my husband, and he jumped up and said "Thank you!" He appreciates your writings and interpretation and it causes him to look things up (he's actually an Elder at a Presbyterian church that's in the process of closing).
I think you'd be great on my new podcast, The Great Deconstruction. let me know if you are interested.