What kind of Christian lecturer quotes Freddie Mercury, C.S. Lewis, The Gospels, and…Alice Cooper?
I am very grateful to my Facebook friend Safaa Hakim for sending me to Nicky Gumbel today. Stunned, I have had a hard time doing anything except listening to his videos, one after the other. I neglected to even eat anything until it was early evening and I got dizzy from from hunger. He’s honest, real, funny, “modern,” and …Jewish! And now: Christian. This progression makes perfect sense (finally) to me. I know I am excitable and impressionable; I know I have alienated some Truth Barrier readers with my Christian searchings, mostly just confused mutterings, so far. But I have come to think of confusion as a great medium. A train.
Gumbel also seems to have been raised, like so many of us, on the churches of rock and roll, pop culture, and barren secular sophistication. I personally relate to him very much. Through his resistances, you’re able to feel spoken to, as yourself–and you recognize the spiritual stalled-out train you have been on. You want to get off, but you don’t know what to do. Finally, you begin to really listen. No longer does Christianity feel like an inside job, a club that would never have you, or something too esoteric for you to grasp.
I don’t want to sit around for the rest of my life trying to figure out how awful Hillary Clinton or Donald Trump may be. Or prove it. That’s my life? I’m a slave? I swallow nothing but ugly gossip and then I die.
I have come to wonder if Donald Trump is not quasi-Luciferian, in the sense that cultural hatred of him has forced our hand.
Yesterday: Comedian Kathy Griffin held up a decapitated Trump head. Last night she apologized, after considerable public disgust, and today CNN fired her from an upcoming TV event. Before it was over, Chelsea Clinton The Church of Satan (!) had denounced what she did, on Twitter, the modern electronic anti-humanity Church, loaded with millions of “bots” who attack people like swarms of hornets.
All she was doing was trying to impress her masters, who are the ones who got the froth going in the first place–they run it 24/7, and they do it for ratings.
I think Griffin will, at the end of it all, have served light, not darkness, by being willing to, as she said, “go too far,” and “cross a line.” I think this sent many Americans into a new kind of reflection and prayer today.
This one goes out to my son, Jeremy, on his 23rd birthday, today.
I thanked God for him today, in front of a Mary statue I sometimes pray at. But it was the first time in 23 years I even thought to give thanks to God, for the miracle of my own son. Something was clouding my soul: Modernity and an impoverished imagination. Before anything else is said: For me, being a beginner Christian is being a beginner at saying thank you.