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Christian women revolt against pro-Trump pastors

dada322743b2e22944df2e628829b11aTrump has not offered true repentance.”

Bless you, my sisters. And thanks, Cynical, for sending this.

It never hurts to remind yourself…

louie_gohmert_ap_605…there there are some truly disturbed people who call themselves Christian.

Louis Gohmert? We are praying for you.

Is Donald Trump a Christian?

The presumptive Republican candidate for President has said he is a Presbyterian, and that the Bible is his favorite book (though from the video above, he has a weird way of showing it, by pronouncing the source of a verse as “Two Corinthians,” when any half-assed Biblical scholar knows it’s pronounced “Second Corinthians.”)(She said.)

But his closed-door-closed-mind suggestions about how to live (or not) with people who aren’t like him, and his overtly rude comments about women make his claim unusual, if not suspect. Regarding compassion for the poor, the Best the Republicans Have to Offer(® is about the farthest thing from Jesus you could find. So for evangelicals to get on the Fake Tan Train is weird. Then too, this piece from Christianity Today challenges the narrative that evangelicals love Trump. Well, they may love Trump as they are instructed to love everyone, but they don’t plan to vote for the guy.

Of course, Candidate Drumpt may not realize precisely what means “born-again.” Here. Let Benjamin J. Corey explain, as Patheos (and thanks, Charles, for the link.

Peter Wehner has more. He said it better in the New York Times. And thanks, Jac, for the link.

WHOLE lotta whiteness going on…

bland-and-white-crowd-men-old-photography-Favim.com-356850The 114th is “diverse,” if “diverse” means 80 percent white and 80 percent male and (it must be said) 92 percent Christian.

Here. Read this, at The Daily Beast.

You can’t be a racist and a Christian

I love Ben Harper and here is partly why.

Want to reduce abortions? Fund Planned Parenthood.

Cecile Richards greets participants at the Rally for Women's Health on Capitol Hill in Washington D.C. on July 11, 2013.

Cecile Richards greets participants at the Rally for Women’s Health on Capitol Hill in Washington D.C. on July 11, 2013.

Read what Julia K. Stronks, a pro-life Christian feminist has to say on the topic. The piece includes:

To limit our understanding of the abortion issue to stating numbers is to do ourselves, the women troubled by unplanned pregnancy, and even the unborn a real disservice. Reducing the number of abortions performed must be our goal, but most of us know very little about the impact of different public policies on the number of terminated pregnancies. When we examine this issue carefully, it becomes clear that groups like Planned Parenthood can actually be part of the solution to decreasing abortions.

Before we were fundamentalists

For a few years, before my mother divorced my father and married her second husband, we were garden-variety Christians who celebrated the birth of Jesus on Dec. 25, along with the rest of Christendom. I was too young to understand the particulars of our theology, but it seemed pleasant. Sunday school was awesome. We made church buildings out of sticks. We ate those vanilla sandwich cookies. In one of the most stunning acts of grace I ever witnessed, one Sunday my teacher spilled her juice because one of the students had already just so, and was crying.

I never forgot that, how the teacher’s spill took the focus off that crying child, who thought he was about to be punished for being clumsy. He was not. He was hugged.

My parents had been married in that church, with its basement dinners and Friday night weddings. Because I showed an early love of microphones, I once gave a recitation at the Christmas pageant. The spotlight blinded me and the only way I could get through it was to pretend I was talking directly to Baby Jesus. As practiced, I ended with “Did I say my speech alright?” and a tilt of my  head, and then did the equivalent of a mic drop.

Afterward, my Sunday school teacher cried and my mother might have also.

And then my mother divorced and the man she re-married was a Christian fundamentalist, and we were thrust onto the cold landscape of that hard-shell theology, with no pianos at church, no Christmas, and no Easter, either. Christmas, after all, was foisted upon the rest of the world (Christ-mass…get it?)  by Roman Catholics intent on stealing our babies and our souls.

Or something like that.

We were just kids, and we mostly did as we were told, though I believe my mother knew that if in our new-found faith she took away the tree and presents along with everything else, she’d be swept up in a full-blown rebellion launched by three children willing to torch the house to get what they wanted.

So we had secular Christmas — no mangers, but lots of glitter. A few families at my church didn’t even have that — cleaving, instead, to the notion that all religious holidays were from the devil and we should be blessed to be celebrating Jesus every Lord’s Day (Sunday).

So we’d gather on or around Christmas and sing not a single carol. We’d gather on Easter Sunday, and sing nothing about the resurrection.

I know. Go figure. A fundamentalist can split a hair, and then split it four more times. I know. I’ve done it.

Jesus was not born in December, and a lot of the rituals we enjoy were gathered/stolen from other faiths and cultures, but the songs and the manger sometimes make me long for my pretend life, the one in my head, the one I had before we became fundamentalists. In that life, I don’t struggle with my faith. It just is. In that life, I am comfortable in a pew and my prayer life isn’t spotty. I am wise. I Think Deep Thoughts. God talks directly to me, and not in code.

And then I remember that I am the creator of my faith, and blaming a childhood for where I am is pretty intellectually lazy on my part.

And I also remember the wonderful things I learned from Angry Fundamentalist Jesus (mostly, that things should be fair, and that Christians who read their Book know they must work to make things so). And I remember that after crawling through the desert that is fundamentalism, things turned out incredibly well, and not just “considering.”

Tonight, I will spend time with my husband’s family, who have become my family and I don’t say that lightly.

Tomorrow, I will go to my son’s house and be enfolded there.

I am stepping away from the blog for a few days. I’ll be back on Dec. 31, when I hope we can get together and share New Year’s resolutions we have no intention of keeping.

In the meantime: Merry Christmas. However you celebrate, whether you celebrate, may you be surrounded by light and love. Those are, after all, the best gifts of all.