Got me some religion
Last Sunday as I walked to my car, the singing poured out from the gospel church on the corner, the voices accompanied by a single piano and handclaps. Lots of people getting’ their Jesus on, but in a good way, you know? The best way, like at the Sweet Honey concert I went to last year and, after singing some political, spiritual, big-voiced harmonizing Love Your Neighbor kinda song, they started talking about the administration. And behind me was somebody’s wonderful, arms-raised, Praise the Lord-ing gramma calling, “A-men, A-men, get that man outta office!” Like, religion as it SHOULD be—love and kindness and badass singing. Like, Christianity would be a good thing if anybody ever tried it, not this close-minded Sponge Bobbin' Passion of the Christ stuff (WHAT? Two hours of whipping the shit out of a man is supposed to educate me on his teachings? Why didn’tcha tell us the man’s story, Mel? FYI: I saw the film so I wouldn’t be a hypocrite. My Republican Uncle said, upon my asking if he’d seen Fahrenheit 9/11, “I’m not going to spend my money on that crap.” “How can you say something’s crap if you haven’t seen it?” I asked, and—of course—I was right. So, later, when someone asked me if I’d seen Passion of the Christ and I replied, “I’m not going to spend my money on that cr—” I realized I sucked and needed to watch it. NOW, I can call it crap with authority, although the make-up job is maybe the best I’ve ever seen. Always find the good, that’s my motto)-watching illogical unkind ignorance, nosir, that’s not what I hear coming from the church on my street corner. I hear me some love.