vulgar theology

1. Holiness has taken a rather severe turn for the worst: synonymity with antiseptics. Christians think: holiness is purity then they think purity is cleanliness. They presume then that if holiness is cleanliness then sin is dirtiness.

2. Is there anything more contaminated than a fear of dirt or a denial of one’s own dirtiness?

3. I’ll break the suspense for you: we live in a world comprised of dirt, we contribute to the dirt, we are made from dirt.

The only thing dirtier and more contaminated than dirt? Pretending like your clean. Never confuse striving to be clean with cleanliness.

4. Remember we all come from dirt and to dirt we return. Everyone has naturally forgotten the birthing scream and blood with which they entered the world, the pleasure or pain of their moment of conception, the shit their parents went through or refused to go through, no one remembers this when they feel self-righteous. No one remembers that most people piss and shit themselves when they die.

5. Dirt is the new clean.

God is dead. Your morality has killed God. Even God can’t live up to the standards that you set and blindly you think you do. God is dead because she has been slowly stamped out by church politicians (formerly known as preachers), suffocated by the expectations of congregations, and dehumanized by countless defamations—I mean doctrines. God felt guilty and committed suicide for your sins.

Nietzsche says that God is dead, but it isn’t just everyone that has killed God. Christians killed God, and they kill God every day. God’s blood is on their hands, on their lips, in their bowels. Truly Churches are not the sepulchers of God but the beliefs of Christians.

They eat God’s body and drink God’s blood and become constipated by their own insecurities. They are bloated by their own holiness. Christians have become obese with their own self-righteousness.

People starve, people commit suicide, people cry themselves to sleep in despair, people are sleeping on benches but Christians aren’t concerned with these things. They care if their pastor holds them over on a sunday morning or if their pastor goes to short, they care about who’s fucking with who, and God forbid that two same-gendered people are fucking. They are concerned with me saying ‘fucking’ but their mercy is unmoved by grief, isolation, separation, and the relational hell people suffer through every day.

It was Jesus who wrote  in the sand, but Christians who built bomb shelters, held witch hunts, and wage holy war.

To you who are offended, I say ‘God is dead.’ It is you that have constricted God, God is a casualty of your holiness.

To those who are curious, those who resonate outside of Christendom, to those of you who are uncertain about your beliefs I say God is alive, and the kingdom of heaven hides amongst you, like a flickering candle, guard it, keep it from the foul breath of  certainty and the self-righteousness that comes with it.