There is something very wrong with us. While we fiddle about Merry Christmas, someone is murdered and her baby taken from her womb. While we fume about gay marriage, a woman dies in the heartland and a Christian conductor in the suburbs of California takes his own life.
It’s late in the game now, very late. It’s getting cold and dark, and still we fiddle. Focused as we are on the thought of righteous behavior, we have forgotten that Christians are grounded by love and tolerance. Instead, our leaders preach anger and cast a hateful eye toward those who do not fit in the Christian mold.
Consider this mold, then, my Christian Fathers: Evil such as we can not imagine emerges not from gay bath houses, or from shouting “Happy Holidays”, but from the downtrodden places in the middle of America, where people bought your rhetoric and are left with shut plants, bankrupt farms and empty bellies. Ultimately, it’s these people who splinter into a thousand shards, the splinters piercing our hearts and leaving us to wonder how such evil can survive in a Christian world such as ours. It does because we allow it. It does, because we fiddle about Mayberry when all the while, Mayberry is burning down to the ground.