Lip Service Christians

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  • Published: 11 Oct 2017
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Anger fuelled poem written in under ten minutes so apologies for any rubbish writing, I just needed to put it down on paper.


1. Lip Service Christians

I see you.

I see you in the streets with all your pamphlets and glossy leaflets. 

Your smooth prepared responses and conversation starters.

I see the hours you spend rehearsing your lines, the vain repetitions of "I know" until you have it down just right.

I see your sleek usage of i pads and technology, how you utilise media to show just how good you are.

Don't get me wrong, I see the good you do...How could I not?

You film yourself helping old ladies cross the street, donating to charity and assisting in the aftermath of tragedy.

If your name in hashtags was not enough to identify you, you helpfully wear brightly coloured vests, announcing your name for all to see as you offer alms in the open.

I see you film your apparently inspirational messages, hair and makeup in place, and wonder what happens when the camera stops rolling.

See, you're awfully good at maintaining your image, the rest of us hardly get a glimpse of the cracks in your rhetoric.

You are a wolf in the disguise of a sheep, a group masquerading behind the figure of Christ, yet serving only yourself.

You whitewash your past and present with a stringent detergent, the fumes of which are so intoxicating you have millions of people hoodwinked.

In your sermons of Christ and his doctrine of love, you lace in your own words, filling in the gaps with a dark and molten doctrine of your own design.

I see you preach that God loves all his children, yet remain mute on the way so many of them are being treated right now.

You condemn historical atrocities but say nothing of Chechnya.

You talk of murder being a foul sin, but say nothing of the staggering rates of murder and violence affecting the LGBT community worldwide. 

You wax lyrical about the importance of home and family, calling each other brother and sister, yet ignore the plight of those siblings you have turned away. 

You teach that we should be in the world and not of it, and yet hold the keys to a mammoth sized mall and proclaim "modest is hottest!"

I see you.

Ironically, it is you yourself that has put into words, far better than I ever could, exactly what you do.

Despite what you may believe, it is not found in your articles of faith or a scripture referring to you. 

It is a passing snide comment to other religions - "they draw near to me with their lips, but their hearts are far from me."

I SEE you.

But it is not enough, because I want YOU to see too.

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