Today I want to apologize. I try to be honest with you here, so today I want to be honest about this. It's remarkably hard to write, but important. Don't judge me here and I'll return the favour.
"Dammit," you're thinking, "another religious nutcase." I know most of my readers don't believe like I do. I don't often talk so upfront about it, but allow me this. Don't leave yet. Give me a chance to say sorry. I am.
I'm sorry for hurting you in the name of Christianity. For using it to grab power. For burnings, crusades, selling indulgances and witch hunts. I'm sorry for the missionaries that tormented South Americans and for residential schools. For televangelists, superchurches, and that they steal from far to many Grandmas. I'm sorry in fifth grade some pastor's kid thought he was better then you. He wasn't. Niether am I. I regret to admit that church and state are often not seperate, and that our religeous leaders too often are neither religeous nor good leaders. I'm sorry that children starve well we drive jacked up trucks and take resort vacations. I hate it as much as you do, and I hate that I'm associated with it.
But I have to personally apologize as well. I'm sorry for times I've acted like a hypocrite. For not loving everyone like I should. For the people I've wrongfully hurt, the ones I've hated, and the ones I've dominated. There's the lessons you've watched me learn. There will be more. I'm sorry for my pride.
I am not naively innocent. My experiences have led me to believe that two thousand years ago Jesus died because he was who he said he was. That I won't apologize for. If I believe it I have to act on it. If it's true it's the most important part of life.
So please forgive me. I hope the true beauty of Christ reflects in me at least a little bit. I hope this won't change things. I still like you. I'm just trying to tell the truth here.
That is all.