The Part We Don't Want To Look At...

The part we don't want to look at...

...is that we have a fascist problem in these United States. Too, that is covered and quite often protected not just by our first amendment. But also by white people who don't want to look at their hateful side.
The side that white Christians embrace. Such as, when you stand by and say we embrace equality. In turn you think people of other religions, races, cultures and thinking need to be converted to your belief system. As well, to your styles because you were indoctrinated into believing that your way of living is better than anyone else's. You are reflecting the opposite of your white Christian standard. The standard about Love and acceptance.
As a person who was raised as a white Christian I made the choice to deviate from what the rest of my family didn't do... I read the Bible solo as a child. I read the Bible that everyone stated they believed in and I found that even the churches were hypocritical. I knew that by age eleven.
Let me remind you. I'll give a summary: What Jesus stated was to not alter or omit the Old Testament... a.k.a. the Five Books of Moses, the Torah. And that most Christians are graphed into the olive branch.
The Olive Branch is the reach from Judaism to add Jesus and his teachings. It is the extension of God's Love, that we are supposed to share, embrace regardless of others religions, race, cultures. Whether or not they are tax collectors, fishermen, prostitutes, murderers, etc...
It is a sin if you place your values, your votes on fascism Too, if you place your votes against Free-will, which it is stated God gives us Free-will. It is not up to you to take away someone else's Free-will. It is a sin. For you are not allowing others unlike yourself to find their path. And you are not letting the world see their light, that we sorely need in this place we call earth.---Jody-Lynn Reicher

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