Man, the Messiah is mad as all get out! I was outside today on campus, and I saw a cat holding up a banner that said, “GOD IS ANGRY WITH THE SINNER!”
Wait, ain’t that everybody?

Most of you know that I’ve got an aversion to organized religion, and it’s these cats that do it to me everytime. The picture these dudes painting had Jesus kickin’ up dust, stompin’ his feet, and muttering all sorts of non-niceties at the world.
And just in case we didn’t know, there’s a cat walking around Chapel Hill in a dirty suit–with no tie–making sure we know that Jesus is irate, Jack. Irate.
No he’s not.
At least I don’t think.
Or maybe I’m just confused.
I’m a big fan of the most ideal portraits of Jesus, those that show him as a kind, loving, forgiving soul. You know, the kind of cat most of us would like to roll with, the sort of father most of us would love to have (and some of us do). But man, this father’s the type to come home and break a bunch of stuff after he comes home from work and doesn’t see his dinner on the table.
Ease up, Jesus!
Correction–ease up, buddy in the dirty suit.
You’re losing a good dude everyday with that madness.
Lost me a long time ago, and I generally believe most of the same stuff as those cats.
Well, save for that afterlife thing. Once you go, you go. I’m doing what’s right now because that’s what I should do. Don’t need enforcement on the back end.
But what this cat didn’t see was that the posse of folks watching him spit his lit was full of laughter. People have a gift for identifying wackos. Those that listen to them are, well, wackos. History has proven that many times over.
But that’s what I saw on my way to get some Chap Stick. I saw that God’s angry with me. Not really sweatin’ the tsunami too much. But he’s hot with me.
I think I need a drink.
Still trying to figure out if it’s religion that bothers me so much, or if it’s just the most vocal practitioners. And more and more, I wonder if you can get one without the other.
We’ll see.
Or not.
Who knows?
Do you?