Monday, April 6, 2026

Loving neighbor, loving enemy

 Something that baffles me which I see all over FB lately is supposed “Christians” sharing hatred for Muslims and love for war, lust for dominance, and a complete lack of humility. 


Christian means “little Christ.” It was a label to designate people who chose to follow Jesus. True Christians are characterized by love for others, obedience to God's word, and possessing the Holy Spirit, making them children of God. Jesus taught to love your neighbor as yourself, love your enemies, pray for those who persecute you, and do good to those who despitefully use you. There are ZERO examples in Christ’s teachings of rejoicing in the death of enemies, hatred for those who believe differently, mocked of the poor, etc. 


Why is it then that so-called believers, post video after video fear-mongering over Muslim residents of the US? Did Jesus criticize the Samaritans for their beliefs and encourage his disciples to hate them or live in fear of them? On the contrary, he made a Samaritan the hero of a parable. He engaged in relationship building with the Samaritan woman at the well. 


As far as the Romans, Jesus also looked for connection. He praised the faith of the centurion soldier and healed his servant. He did not demand that this Roman centurion convert before doing good for him. 


Then there are those rejoicing in the war crimes against Iran, compiling their hatred of people who are different with their desire to blow up the world because they believe Jesus will come back and rescue them. Jesus’ ministry often focused on the one who was forgotten, rejected, or damaged. He looked with compassion on those who were “othered.” There is nothing in His teachings which suggests  He would do anything other than challenge any system that considers human suffering an acceptable consequence.


These false Christians often use an utter misapplication of the epistles of Paul in an attempt to justify this behavior. Paul *must* be read through the lens of Christ. You also need to consider the audience, the historical context, and the literary techniques. (Some of the stuff I see people use to justify their twisted theology is caused by neglecting to understand Paul’s use of sarcasm and hyperbole). Paul followed Jesus. He sat at Mars Hill and looked for common ground. Look at his life and he never engaged in the behavior these false disciples promote and participate in. 


Do you know who Jesus did criticize? The Pharisees. The self-righteous uber-religious who had problems with everyone who didn’t do things just like them. What did He call them? Broods of vipers, white-washed tombs, children of hell, snakes, blind guides. 


Christians like this (many of whom are Christian nationalists) are *every bit* as dangerous as any Islamic extremists. Look at their fruit! Starting illegal wars & cheering them on, kidnapping, abusing, and even killing immigrants. Cheering on genocide. Starving the poor, denying care for the sick. Protecting pedophiles. 


Ultimately, Jesus told us exactly how to spot the difference between a disciple and a wolf: "By their fruit you will know them." Fear-mongering, warmongering, and the mockery of the marginalized are not the fruits of the Spirit. They are the fruits of a heart that has replaced the Gospel with a quest for power. We must decide which we value more—the comfort of our prejudices or the radical, sacrificial love of Christ. One leads to the "whitewashed tomb"; the other leads to the life Jesus actually called us to live.


If we claim the name of Christ, we must also claim His character. We cannot worship a Savior who washed the feet of His betrayer while we post vitriol about our neighbors. It is time to stop hiding behind a distorted theology to justify a lack of empathy. If your "Christianity" requires you to hate, fear, or dominate others, it isn't Christianity—it's just a political identity wrapped in a stolen shroud. Let us return to the actual words of Jesus: love your neighbor, love your enemy, and let your life be a testament to the peace He actually preached.

Saturday, February 21, 2026

Making history

 My History

Your history

World history

We are a compilation

Of Moments 

Some tied together with string

Some flowing like a spring creek

Some which anchor us in self

Others that weigh us down like granite blocks 

Our history may repeat

Or it may rhyme 

It may teach us 

Or shame us 

At 3am 

With can’t sleep 

Recollections 

Of guilt, embarrassment 

Or loss 

Regardless it builds us

Brick by brick

Second by second of lived 

Occupied time 

Making us as people

Or communities

Or nations 

Our histories can intersect with 

Baggage we bring into 

Our relationships 

Patterns of behavior 

Formed in our before 

So here we meet

And our timelines converge 

“Our” history has begun 

How will it unfold? 

Saturday, February 14, 2026

The Long Game

 Tired of impulse

Biding my time

I’m playing the long game now

Enjoying the journey

Exploring who you are

Unveiling me

Slowly, every day

A new discovery

An appreciation

Of friendship

And warmth

Building better

From the rubble

Of what went before

The viscosity of time

Thickens, enriching

The flow of moments

With each savory

Second

Sweetly lengthened

No rush

As we see

What tomorrow

Brings

 


Friday, February 6, 2026

About stray cats

 Stray cats

Come with big eyes 

Hungry maws 

Perfecting the technique 

That leads you to lay out 

The red carpet of kibble 

Bits of meat 

Entice you to work

Work so hard 

To win them over 

And like the cats they are

Arrogantly dismissive 

Of your efforts 

You think the cat is in the bag

But all you have are claw marks 

And bite wounds 

Instead, turn that energy 

To a dog 

A steady companion

Who is applying for 

Exactly that job 

Loyal, intelligent 

Partner, buddy 

Dogs, they will meet your eyes

Gaze into your soul 

Celebrate life 

With you 

“With” in a way cats don’t 

Understand 

And don’t want to



(…not about the obvious)

Giddy

 Curious patter as

My pulse picks up

Pink in my cheeks 

Smile begins curling 

At the corner of my mouth

Cautious

Carefully cautious 

But surprised by 

This spark 

Of energy 

And willingness to risk 

Giddy with

Possibility 

Monday, January 26, 2026

Not about you

 Carly sang 

You’re so vain

And I bet he did

Think her song was 

About him

But I know what she meant 

Because my muse is back

And none of this is 

Actually about you 

It’s about cleaning out

The cobwebs 

Sweeping dust bunnies

From under the bed

Spring cleaning 

My heart, my mind 

Setting the ducks 

In a row

Then admiring them there

Rearranging furniture

Making space for 

What’s to come 

Singing while I work 

You are also so vain

But this is 

Most definitely 

Not about you 

Observing your karma

There are moments

I think about you

All alone 

Surveying the damage 

Bombed out relationships 

Devastating losses 

Wondering how it feels

To know it was you

Who pulled the trigger 

Pressed the button

Blasted away 

Trust, respect 

Integrity

Destroying

Companionship 

Warm touches 

Even salty tears

Because around you now

Sits desolation 

A poison cloud 

Is the air you breathe

Do you wonder 

If your other lies 

Will catch up to you?

Your racist slurs

Your angry stabbings

At friends and neighbors 

Every green thing

You killed

While you cry about the 

Unfairness of life

It’s all out to get you

Or so you say

When I do think about you

It’s in pity

The love is gone

The longing, too

My thoughts are not 

Wistful 

Because your 

Missiles were often

Aimed at me 

You sought to 

Use my vulnerability

And my kindness 

As proving grounds 

For your artillery 

But my karma 

Protected me 

Still I tried to help you 

As I winced in pain

Bandaged the wounds 

You made 

Before my escape 

I’m safe now, but you?

You are the victim

Of your own karma 

The sum of your words

Your deceit

Those selfish ways 

Have anchored you there

In the misery you created

Alone, angry and crying “why me?” 

Railing against the mess 

You made 

Forlorn