I can't get past the support of Trump. Conservative Christians love him and I don't know why. He stands for, and is, everything Jesus was against. Yet they think he's the second coming. Some people believe that literally.
I know. I just feel embarrassed by Trump. He’s makes me cringe and I need to look away. I actually thought that this article humanized him a bit. I appreciated thinking of him going to the football game with Marla. I’m glad that was just left at that.
But yeah, it’s quite a spooky thing when people get locked into any kind of non-mind-changing mode. Like, “this is the way I see it and that’s that.” But lots of people are like that on both ends of the political spectrum.
I think the scariest media I have ever experienced is the Brian Kilmeade radio show. I listened to it a lot while driving around this past year. It was on in the mornings. Such violent, dark, hateful (weird!) stuff. So full of lies and bad leaps of logic. But if you’re listening to that regularly for a long time, of course you’re brainwashed. End of story.
I guess that’s my attempt to answer this one:
Conservative Christians love him and I don't know why.
Update (3/25/2020):
In other words, we all have to understand that we’re all getting different information
In the end, she wasn’t sure how much she cared whether the oil Bible was real. “It has brought people closer to God, it has brought people healing, it has rekindled people’s faith and curiosity,” she said. “Even if one day it’s proven that all this was a sham.”
Is this our new world in a nutshell? Fake is okay? And real doesn’t matter?
This reminds me of a personal story: A few months ago, in New Mexico, I accidentally found myself in a dark prayer room with a bunch of Hispanic and Latina women, crying and praying to a Jesus painting that seemed to legit glow in the dark. It was profound. I saw a giant cross of light appear before my eyes (exactly as the women said I would!) and I really felt my skepticism going to war with my faith — viscerally, in my heart, gut and brain.
Afterwards, on the curb of the dirt road in front of the gift shop (that’s where the magical Jesus painting is in the magical dark room) I talked with one of the women about my bad breakup, my “sins,” how lost I felt, and then she told me about her abusive husband. She kept saying “he just keeps messing up,” and I kept thinking - !no mames! - Jesus is real and he really brings us together.
I can't get past the support of Trump. Conservative Christians love him and I don't know why. He stands for, and is, everything Jesus was against. Yet they think he's the second coming. Some people believe that literally.
I know. I just feel embarrassed by Trump. He’s makes me cringe and I need to look away. I actually thought that this article humanized him a bit. I appreciated thinking of him going to the football game with Marla. I’m glad that was just left at that.
But yeah, it’s quite a spooky thing when people get locked into any kind of non-mind-changing mode. Like, “this is the way I see it and that’s that.” But lots of people are like that on both ends of the political spectrum.
I think the scariest media I have ever experienced is the Brian Kilmeade radio show. I listened to it a lot while driving around this past year. It was on in the mornings. Such violent, dark, hateful (weird!) stuff. So full of lies and bad leaps of logic. But if you’re listening to that regularly for a long time, of course you’re brainwashed. End of story.
I guess that’s my attempt to answer this one:
In other words, we all have to understand that we’re all getting different information
Whoa!
Is this our new world in a nutshell? Fake is okay? And real doesn’t matter?
This reminds me of a personal story: A few months ago, in New Mexico, I accidentally found myself in a dark prayer room with a bunch of Hispanic and Latina women, crying and praying to a Jesus painting that seemed to legit glow in the dark. It was profound. I saw a giant cross of light appear before my eyes (exactly as the women said I would!) and I really felt my skepticism going to war with my faith — viscerally, in my heart, gut and brain.
Afterwards, on the curb of the dirt road in front of the gift shop (that’s where the magical Jesus painting is in the magical dark room) I talked with one of the women about my bad breakup, my “sins,” how lost I felt, and then she told me about her abusive husband. She kept saying “he just keeps messing up,” and I kept thinking - !no mames! - Jesus is real and he really brings us together.