Another Sunday morning, another march to the shrine.
Another merging of church and war state.
Another mind confined.
The term ‘Warvangelical’ is a fairly new one. Not yet in the dictionary and not yet overused, it does define a certain segment of our population. Not exactly a small one either. It doesn’t even have to be used in a derogatory manner. It’s basically just a matter of fact and not a new one at that.
Same old story, same old song. From their religion to their politics, some people are going to set the cruise control and stay on the road they are told leads them to where they should go. Not much need in making fun of them or they just dig their heels in harder. We are all subject to deception and one of the hardest things for folks to do is to stand up and say “Well, what do you know. I’ve believed in lies all of my life and I’m not going to play that game any longer.” It rarely works that way.
|photo by Malcolm MacGregor|
Of course it’s not just the Warvangelical right and their mega-temples. From the faux Christian lefties on down to the little church in the wildwood people are silent despite the storm clouds rising. They sacrifice their sons and daughters on the alter of the war god and few question why.
No matter what one believes in, it’s not hard to see that the planned destruction of Christianity is well on its way. Mostly it’s all from within with a lot of outside help from those who prefer murder and mayhem rather than the ‘golden rule.’
“The Cult of the Warvangelicals.” Sounds like the title of a bad ‘B’ movie but as fate would have it, it’s now prime time baby.
“And after church, the ballgame.”