i got out today to walk two hours on the line.
the three honk-and-waves all came in the first forty minutes, along with finding myself approaching the corner at the exact same time as joan newton o'gorman, the fraudulent pastor who should be fired.
on the last day i was allowed into the church for worship, they were short an usher and somebody thought it would be a brilliant idea to send the perpetator down my side of the church with the collection plate. his name wasn't in the bulletin and i wasn't expecting it.
suddenly he was standing over me with that same goofy smile he had while he was on top of me and before i knew what i was doing i jumped maybe nine feet away.
and i looked up toward my pastor and the altar to my god and i saw the pastor looking down at me with that same venomous satisfied smile she wore today at the streetcorner giving her false greeting.
when you hear her use the words "radical welcome", when she uses the words "all are welcome at this table", when she uses the words "do you accept the joys and costs of following jesus?" know that she is a fraud.
know that not everyone is welcome. know that the perpetrator is still welcome. know that behind the unctuous, venomous smile, there is the same love of authority and code of silence.
in church they will sing "were you there?"
well, were you? were you there?
nothing those people can do to me is worse than what they have already done.
it is institutional rot. it is filthy on the inside. it is time for daylight.
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