Intelligence – The Best Quality People Hate About You
By Rock Kitaro
Date – October 14, 2018
I had a dream last night that was so vivid, it gave me heart palpitations in despair. The immense sadness struck way to friggin close to home.
It’s about a teenager, black, strong, tall, and handsome. He’s attending a religious meeting, dressed in a sharp suit. He’s asked to pray for the congregation, sort of like, “just go for it son, we all support you” type deal. When he does…he hears others whispering silent prayers over his. That’s when his vision gets blurry. He struggles to think. His chest gets hot and he shuts down.
On the van ride home with his parents and brothers, he has his eyes closed. He’s trying to stay calm but for some reason he’s full of suppressed rage. They keep asking him what’s wrong. But he can’t say. He can, but doesn’t want to. They keep pressing him, but he refuses. He keeps his eyes closed. He’s afraid to open them. He’s afraid to show that rage. It’s there. They all know it. But the sight of his eyes…he doesn’t want them to see it.
In school, four boys push and tease him. He keeps trying to walk away but they block his path. Everyone’s laughing at him. Even a larger teacher who has the ability to break it up, this teacher just sits back and smirks at the young man.
After a final shove, this young man turns around and cracks one of them in the face so hard that he dislocates the bully’s jaw. The others rush him. They gang up to jump him. But he anticipated it. He knew they would. From the first insult, on the first day of school, he’s dreamed of this day. And now that day is here. They swing and grab our young man, but our young man is quicker, stronger, and more importantly he has the knowledge of a fighter. Continue Reading
But after growing up and reading the bible from cover to cover, I’ve come to realize that I didn’t hate organized religions. What I hated was the fact that I never felt like I fit in with any of them. But that’s not anyone’s fault. This post isn’t about my inability to fit in. It’s about something else.
Too many times, I’ve seen individuals, intellectual individuals tout Jesus Christ as a wonderful man with awesome and amazing teachings. Then, these same individuals would go on to discredit and doubt the apostles that followed in the rest of the New Testament. Primarily, the likes of Paul, John, Peter, and Timothy.
Two nights ago, I watched a feminist named Naomi Wolf compare Jesus Christ to a social justice warrior. She mentioned how he stood up against the strict conservatives of the day and befriended individuals of all walks of life. Then, just a few sentences later, she says how she doesn’t like Paul because Paul claimed women shouldn’t preach.
It’s around the 18 minute mark
Last week, I watched a spoken word video by Jefferson Bethke called “Why I Hate Religion, but Love Jesus.” In the video, Jefferson claims that Jesus was given by God, but religion was invented by man.
Here’s the thing…first off. I see a benefit to having points of view like Naomi Wolf and Jefferson Bethke. As I told one of my buddies, I think it’s at least cool that these individuals are using their words, their art to reach others and get them involved in learning about God. And hopefully, if the individual truly does pick up the Bible and read it through and through, they’ll come to learn, as I have, that there’s more to it than their cherry-picking/misleading messages.
My first point is something I’ve been told by my betters years ago. It’s the general statement of, “you can’t pick and choose what you want from the Bible and discard the rest.” The only problem I had was that it was never efficiently explained why. And when you’re talking to someone with limited faith, you really have to use logic to reach them. Hitting them with Bible verses when they already doubt the scriptures’ credibility is about as pointless as splashing them when they’re already wet. So allow me to take a stab at it.
Try to wrap your brain around this, I mean, really just think about it. If you’re one of those who likes what Jesus preached, how can you deny the words of his Apostles when everything you know about Jesus was written by his Apostles? Jesus didn’t write the Gospel of Matthew, Mark, John, or Luke himself. Man did.
Which brings me to Jefferson’s logic about how Jesus was from God, but religions were invented by man. If my logic in the last paragraph holds water, then Jefferson’s statement is debunked. More importantly, there’s numerous examples in the Old Testament where God encourages the people to worship as a congregation, the word “assembly” is used abundantly.
Thus, when Jesus commanded his Apostles to go and tell the world about him, it’s only natural that they’d create congregations, essentially establishing the church. That’s why you have the letters to Romans, Galatians, Ephesians, the Thessalonians and Colossians. I won’t lie. In today’s current PC society, those letters teaching people how they should live life would be considered outrageous.
But if you do consider them outrageous, it is my opinion that your heart is exposed. And you’re not alone. That’s alright. No one’s perfect, but accepting your own flaws is the first step to change. I’ll give you an example. Last night in re-reading 2 Samuel, there’s the story of Joab. A general named Abner killed Joab’s little brother. And after King David made peace with Abner, Joab more or less stalked Abner down and murdered him. King David then cursed Joab’s for his actions.
When I read that, I felt conflicted. I definitely understand Joab’s feelings and if I was in his shoes, I’d probably do the same thing (I’m protective of my brothers). But really, those feelings of revenge is an exposure of wickedness in my own heart. Something I need to work on. And by the grace of God I hope I do improve.
I know that when you look at Christianity with a broad lens, it’s like staring at a field blanketed with snow. If there’s but one piece of charcoal on the field above the snow, it’s glaring. It stands out. If there’s charcoal sprinkled all over the field, it’s easy to assume that the field is covered with charcoal, when really a majority of it is still snow.
If you really believed in Jesus and what he taught, then you should appreciate and smile upon them. Why? Because they’re doing exactly as Christ commanded them. To mock them, to insult them, to belittle them is to belittle the teachings of Christ.
More importantly, this nonsense about comparing Christ to social justice warriors…Aside from the fact that his main purpose was to teach repentance and reliance on God, Jesus Christ most endearing quality was that he was self-sacrificing. From what I’ve seen that quality is quite lost upon the SJWs.
Too many times, I’ve seen people bend and manipulate Christ’s teachings to conform to their lives, instead of people conforming themselves to Christ’s teachings. I’ve been hit with the “Well, Jesus hung out with prostitutes and sinners!” or “God made me and God is perfect. So I’m fine the way I am.”
Jesus gave the perfect explanation that so many tend to leave off. Jesus illustrated that its similar to physicians going to visit the sick people. Why would a physician need to visit the healthy ones? He kept company with sinners to help them. And as far as “God making no mistakes”. You’re right. He doesn’t. We’re the ones who constantly err almost on a daily basis. We’re the ones who are imperfect. Jesus Christ, his disciples, his followers, the congregations and religions established in his name, I firmly believe with all of my heart that a majority of them are here to help.
The following are raw unedited thoughts from yours truly. Read at your own discretion.
Sometimes I wonder…vainly of course. if Jesus Christ was like me in his twenties. Bearing the pressures of expectancies of family, toiling and committing himself to his craft that was carpentry and fish…all the while resisting destructive impulses and fighting off the waves of crashing temptation of fornication and immorality and drunkenness, and covetousness and acts of violent revenge against perpetual offenders.
Why did it take him till the age of 30 to get baptized? Could it be that he himself understood himself, and recognized that he knew he was not ready to commit himself to that path. I wonder if he too, saw the hypocrisy of other clergy-men and proselytizers who led double lives and promised himself that he wouldn’t become one of them.
I wonder if he too, saw the flaws of boxing himself into one religion when he knew better than most that the way others were worshiping Jehovah, while it may have been earnest and in good intentions, were overall daunting and diminishing to the souls, the different hearts that needed a different approach when it came to them approaching and praying to God.
I say different hearts, because more and more, I’m beginning to believe that not all hearts are the same. Is there a study of hearts? Like the study of psychology, and I realize that my use of “hearts” if figurative and thus, vague and intangible and essentially non-existant. But it’s the feeling we all have, and not everyone feels the same. And I think that’s okay.
For instance, my life is saturated with men and women who don’t know I exist, but they are in my world because I have learned of them, either through news articles or random research. Even those who do know I exist, often and understandably presume that I hate them just because they annoy me. But it’s not hate. My annoyance with them is based on the lives they lead, and I care because I love them.
The love I bear for them, is incomprehensible by many of my peers because they either don’t believe it or can’t understand it. I weep for families I’ve never had the pleasure to make their acquaintance. My heart is girdled in chains when I hear of victims. My skin peels and crackles into embers when I hear of children sold into slavery, their lives ruined and tainted by the selfishness of adults who care nothing or see nothing beyond a certain point like spiders.
The more I see…the more my heart cries and begs for wickedness to be washed away sooner than later. I sometimes lament being born at all and then slap myself for thinking I’m any better than they who I cry for. Why has such a walking contradiction such as myself been allowed to exist? The strength I continually prayed for has been given to me, and with it I keep walking. But for how long? I wonder, if that’s why I crave purity and innocence for my company.
“Surround yourself with like-minded individuals” they say…
I won’t go so far as to say that’s impossible. But I will say that I’m tired of looking. I am the lone wolf who talks to everyone. I judge everyone as everyone judges everyone. To call me judgmental is to declare yourself judgmental. There’s nothing wrong with it. To accept oneself, the essence of romanticism and inner peace and happiness and an honest unbridled and naked self to present yourself in your prayers…what’s the point of it all if we continue to deny what’s right in front of us. The obvious truths we ignore for the sake of…fitting in?