Christian Clarity Review

He tries to teach them. Over the years he finds virtue in the repetition; the mere re-saying of it over and over in hundreds of ways; having to do it at all made it seem like patience and sacrifice. But as he grows older, he comes to understand it is a real mission field and that sometimes he really does need a break, even beyond what he can, in his new found virtues with the wisdom they give him, admit. He sighs in satisfaction that others are looking out for him and thanks them silently for having the authority to yank him back to reality when he gets in over his head.

It is the breaks now he looks forward to: getting spanked. The getting clean of the misunderstanding of the true doctrine is necessary. The peasants are slow on the uptake. It is as if they are retarded; literally. They just don’t get the Fear.

That lack of fear of what he knows to be true is seductive. It is nice sometimes, to think reality isn’t really the way it actually is: to think that there is plenty for everyone and that human beings can populate the planet with no regard for limited resources.

These peasants knew only plenty and procreation. They have no notion of not-enough. All his attempts to teach it to them had been met with amusement at worst. He knows He is a type of imbecile to them; always going on about not-enough and that they had to prepare.

They told him Jesus Christ created enough –all the time; that Noah had not killed off all the rest of the people so there would be room on the ark for himself. They said God knew the exact size the ark needed to be before the flood ever happened; that Noah had begged everyone to come inside –not blocked the door so they couldn’t get in. God had made the decisions –not Noah.

Noah? Jesus winking in enough supplies from nowhere ? He knows in their eyes he is the peasant; maybe even evil. The small women’s clinic in Uganda has still managed to make nine hundred operations that first year, thanks to the generous donations of those concerned at home. The women had been given sweet potato plants in payment for the children to drive home the point: See? Now there is more! Less is more! It is a scratch on the surface of what needs to be done. But it is a start.

Flying home is unsettling. These deprogramming events can be ..dicey. Yell festivals.

Over and over they found he had begun to side with life. The moments of confusion, as they had once more hammered into him the importance that Less is More, took longer and longer to move past. But each time they have been able to recover his original zeal and sent him out again.

This time he’s not sure. He needs proof he is over the influence of life for good. He wants a final, over-the-top shot of confidence. But he is growing less sure they can provide it for him. Didn’t even the desert sprout when the rains came? The seeds are hidden in the sands. Everywhere he looks, even if a farmer abandons a field because his family is smaller or his children move away, that field sprouts. You can’t stop it; not if pesticides were rain could you stop it. It seems hopeless; all those useless little plants sucking up water. Life is coming out everywhere with no regard for the doctrine.

The flight is long and tedious. Babies, weird movies, an American Christian sitting next to him reading a bible and the bad food combined to make him think that perhaps he needs a clinic closer to home.

He can still do the work, even be more involved in the political end of things, not have to be so hands on. Baby brains and arms are in all his dreams. Blood. No faces. No voices. Just puréed body parts in a thick, gelatinous ooze coming out of the machine and into the disposable bio-waste bags. The green of sweet potato leaves. The smell of the manure the local headman mixes in with the sandy clay to grow the sprouts in..

He needs to start over; needs the new spiritual technology. He had read about it online, heard rumors of it here and there: somebody has proof that they are right to send him out.

You’re with a humanitarian NGO? I saw your brochure earlier. Who? That must really give you some satisfaction: messing with all that technical legalese and being willing to go through it for other people.

The Christian on a bible break. The only thing worse than fathers and mothers who selfishly want big families is someone so gullible they never see when they are helping what they say they are fighting against.

It is ironic; he hates the people taken in by his lies. He always thought he would feel sorry for them. It is the combination of knowing the superiority of his own doctrine and the weakness of the Christian doctrine to do anything about what it says is evil that makes him despise them. He stares and is astounded by the stupidity before him.

Sorry, did I disturb you? I think we’re about an hour out from JFK.

He blinks; rubs his hands with his palms, then remembers: the doctrine is to instill the doctrine, to give them the emotional response set — even if you can’t use it on the spot– with which to see the Fear. “Thank you.”

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Psalm 106:35-39 But they mingled with the nations, and learned their works; And they served their idols; and they were a snare unto them: And they sacrificed their sons and their daughters unto demons, And shed innocent blood, the blood of their sons and of their daughters, whom they sacrificed unto the idols of Canaan; and the land was polluted with blood. And they were defiled with their works, and went a-whoring in their doings.

In the Name of Jesus Christ, Amen