Let’s delve into today’s
ramble with a fable that’s from deep inside cuckoo land. “Many years ago one early
Sunday morning and after Jesus’ Good Friday crucifixion, several of his women
followers went to his tomb only to find the heavy stone blocking the entrance had
been removed, the tomb empty with the grave clothes left behind. They were told
by two dazzling angels (by the way, no one knows how they got there): “He is
not here, he has risen, come see the place where he lay.” Later that day, Jesus
appeared (out of the blue I might add) to the apostles and allowed them to
examine his body with its wounds, assuring them it was him, and that he had
been raised from the dead.”
Hmm, you see what I mean
when I say a story from deep cuckoo land?
It’s Easter
Sunday today and Christian is aggravated. At just about every street corner, he’s
there doing some vexed street preaching. He stands for hours-on-end in the
scorching sun, inhaling the dust off Kampala’s streets - a tattered bible in
one hand, while belting out words that don’t make sense at all to those who
fleet pass him – and I suspect even to himself. I don’t know why his preaching
always comes across as being aggravated – perhaps he didn’t get ‘some’ the
previous night, or his kid was caught stealing and has been locked up – or
perhaps, Landlord is giving him sleepless nights over unpaid rent. But whatever
the case may be, he is just never happy. He doesn’t preach in a soft voice akin
to that of Joyce Meyer or perhaps that of Jesus before he (Jesus), got lynched.
There are a
number of things that I don’t click about Christian for he has become fairly
good at focusing on the moral failings of others while ignoring his own. They pretend
that the worst sin you can commit is sexual but, so does gossip, divisiveness and quarreling—sins that Christian routinely flouts - because he commits them and
also steals – even whilst in church, then walks out half-an-hour later flossing
about his religious values yet, he’s walked off with a phone that does not
belong to him.
In Church, Look Out For The Wolf In Sheep's Clothing Pretending To Be Holier Than Thou As He Steals Your Phone While You Pray |
He also
ignores Paul’s injunction to stop judging non-Christians and like Jesus is
supposed to have said, “I didn’t come into the world to judge it, but to save
it.” Like today for example, all those wearing their Sunday best will look down
on the rest of us in our tattered old T-shirts and torn jeans because it will
be clearly obvious that we didn’t go to church – and they did. And so what?!
They gossip,
they talk about other people rather than to people. They
avoid conflict or they run into it like a bulldozer claiming they are all about
truth. They want to appear that they are in the know and that they have
first-hand information yet, they know nothing - they weren’t even there.
I think a
general rule that Christian forgets, is if they can’t imagine saying it in real
life to a person, then they shouldn’t be saying it all. And the same applies to
those who are always angry or cynical that all they do is to whine to whoever
listens that you think: “I wouldn’t want to be friends with someone like that
in real life.”
Another thing
about Christian, is that they are toxic, cynical and don’t live in the real
world. Given the chance, Christian will jump on any platform they are given –
including social media, or standing at the street junction to show the world
their weirdness that I just see them as being out-of-touch and fraudsters.
But don’t get
irate and come looking to shoot me – I’m just saying it as it is.
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