ignaciousgeorge:

I am a Christian, I’m sorry.

I’m sorry for the way I come across.
So fair, and faith friendly, and full of myself.
Judging your spiritual health by the words that you say,
and the way that you dress, and the things that you do,
or maybe just judging you.
I’m sorry for the way that I live my life.
So confident in my own beliefs that
I wouldn’t even think to think about thinking about yours.

I’m sorry for the wars.
Ironclad Crusaders mounting steeds and drawing swords with such spirit
that if the Spirit spoke they wouldn’t hear it,
But you see the sword of the spirit was not a sword but the Word,
and the word was with God and was God
and they preached this as they marched down the Holy Land.
Singing and Praying,
and Killing and Slaying
and Purging and Healing,
and Raping and Stealing.

Its Ironic they lined their pockets in the name of God.
Just like the priests that line their pockets in the name of God.
Just like the people you can’t stand because they always raise their hand
and spread their faith and hate and judgement in the name of God.

I’m sorry that I take God’s name in vain.
Or, rather, I’m sorry that I stain the name of God.
Defending my selfish actions as selfless actions pertaining to the will of God.

I’m sorry for being intolerant,
for trying to talk down to you,
for trying to talk over you,
for not letting you talk.

I’m sorry for not walking the walk,
for being a Hypocritical Critical Christian.
Criticizing your pagan lifestyle, when my own lifestyle styles itself
just like a Televangelist’s hair all slick and sly and slippery
As the silver syllables slide their way into your ear

But see that’s my greatest fear
That the steps I take won’t match the words I speak
So when I speak all you hear of me
is a weak hypocritical critical Christian
Doing one thing, but saying another
Loving my friend, but hating my brother
It’s a show.

I’m sorry I get drunk on Saturdays
and go to church on Sundays to pray
for my friends who get drunk on Saturdays.

And on that note,
I’m sorry for making the church about the pews and the cross
And the walls and the steeple
Because see the building is not the church
The church is the people.

I’m sorry that I hate you because you are gay
I’m sorry I condemn you to hell because you are gay
Instead of loving I jump to hatred
Mouth open and tongue preaching
Eyes open but not seeing that you are the same as me
Just a fucking human being.

I’m sorry that I only hang out with Christian friends
And we do nice Christian things
Like pot luck dinners and board game nights
While in the night a man beats his girlfriend again
Another homeless man died again
Is this the way that my own crowd has been?
But here I am with the same friends again
But see what I always forget is that Jesus didn’t come
to hang out with the priests and the lords.
No, He hung out with cripples and beggars and whores.

Love.

I’m sorry for history
For native tribes wiped out in the name of the church.
Lodges burning Stomachs churning and yearning for justice
And mothers screaming and pleading
Pleading for the young ones
As they are dragged away to church schools
Where they were abused
I’m sorry for the way that I refused
To learn your culture
Instead I just came to spread the Gospel,
And the plague.

I’m sorry that I stand at the front doors of abortion clinics
Screaming at 15 year old girls as they enter,
Instead of waiting at the back door to hug them as they leave.

I’m sorry for taking my wars and my faith to your lands
When historically your lands is where my faith was born.
And in the face of the storm, I realise that
If God is Love and Love is God
Then why are we shooting instead of sharing?
Why are we launching instead of learning?
Why are we warring instead of walking together?
Why are we taking instead of talking together?
Why are we bombing instead of breaking bread together as brothers?

You see I think that God looks down and He’s sad.
And from His right hand throne above
Jesus asks where is the Love?
And if it takes Wil-I-Am and Justin Timberlake
Asking that same question for us
To start asking that same question
Then where the fuck are we headed?

So I will take this stage to be my chapel
And this mic my confession booth
And in the presence of God, the few, the proud,
and the blessed I confess, that…

I am a Christian. I’m sorry.

I would LOVE a completely redubbed version of the Jesus movie if it was like this … this clip will have to do!

There’s heaps more here: http://3dff.com/pages/zheaven.htm

DISCLAIMER … It’s satire, don’t watch it if you’re easily offended and have no sense of humor!

Jesus and his crew HATE Democrats, but LOVE brownies … apparently.

It’s already had over 10 million views, but thought I’d post it anyhow.