This morning I woke up just pissed at white American Christianity, at all the trauma and hate and death it's caused & the toxic individualism that continues to wreak havoc on our most vulnerable and our society's well-being.
That's it.
Today, I'm just angry, and I get to be.
All the shit we do in the name of God, in the name of Jesus, that is simply a tool to steal one another's humanity and sacredness. So much suffering, throughout history, at the hands of people who are sure they're doing God's bidding.
It's a damn shame.
I dreamt last night I went to a worship service-- singing the songs, kids dancing on stage with adults, a baptism following. I left the church, said, "This isn't for me anymore."
When I woke up, all these memories of trauma/horrific indoctrination just rushed in.
Somehow we grow up as Christians thinking that whatever we worship is for us and our specific bubble, like we aren't part of a world-wide religion that has colonized people for centuries.
The stuff happening today? White American Christianity is complicit.
I wrote #NativeBook because it was a necessary part of my reckoning with the church, because I had to face it all, and I'm still facing, processing, naming it daily.
If you're a Christian, ask the hard questions. Face the shit. We owe it to ourselves and everyone around us.
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