I need to talk to the Christians out there for a moment. I take my faith seriously, and I’ve been analyzing a weird little interaction I had on Twitter this week through the eye of my faith.
I met this young lady on Twitter this week. I followed her, or maybe she followed me. We’re both Christians supposedly, so it’s a natural:
And I would agree with her headline sentiment completely, of course.
Sometime last week she responded to one of my Tweets about the Tea Parties, which I attend and support:
Uhmmmm . . . Yeah. Just for the record — If all you got out of the history class on the “Boston Tea Party” is that “Indians don’t drink tea”, I’d be very concerned about the curriculum they were teaching at your High School. Truly I would. That’s like saying the modern attendees of the “Tea Parties” all practice deviant sexual practices because Keith Olbermann and Janean Garofolo said so.
(“@JesusClan” is someone she refers to as her “hubby”, but sure doesn’t talk to him like they’re married; so your guess is as good as mine here.)
Several other things about her comment:
- She doesn’t proofread her comments, or has a spelling problem
- She mixes politics with her religion; Always a bad combination in my experience, and
- She just challenged my truthfullness, which I don’t (honestly) think she even thought about. To tell someone who supports the Tea Parties that “The Boston Tea Party was a lie (and) so is this one” is — well, she’s saying “it’s a lie.” No arguing her intentions there.
So I responded to her Tweet with some Tribal lore my grandmother (Sauk Indian) once told me. And I’ll admit freely — I was tweaking her a bit here with the “NOT ALLOWED” comment, but playfully:
Which is true (as far as I know it); The “5 Civilized Tribes” (The Algonquins and their trading partners) were peaceful, and traded freely with the British for blankets, spices, foodstuffs — and tea, amongst other things. When the British taxed tea to the point of being unaffordable, they developed alternatives, like Mint Tea and Chamomiles
And I thought about it for a few minutes, and added this for background:
I’m not sure she even read this Tweet. I didn’t say anything about a “Histroy” (sic) book, although that thought seems to be stuck in her head. (And I have to comment that for someone “quite educated”, she misspells a lot, and uses those darned single-word abbreviations a lot. I understand “Y R U” means “Why are you” and saves space when you’re restricted to 140 characters. I use them as little as possible myself, because they annoy a lot of people.
And she’s quite rude — “Why are you still Tweeting”? “LOL” (Laughing out loud?) Lovely woman. She seems to think her Tweets are the word of the Lord to Twitterdom.
So I responded — and tried to let her know she was being rude and insulting:
Okay, the “White Girl” was rude, but I was trying to make a point tht she wasn’t anywhere near her safety zone here. She responded within a minute:
This, I would assume, is the result of 20 years of public schools teaching “self-esteem”: You feel good about yourself, but don’t give a hoot who else you insult and annoy. Whatever you’re doing is fine.
And there it has set untouched until today. I’ve left it alone for the most part because it’s obvious that:
- she hasn’t read the Tweets I sent her,
- she’s not particularly bright, and
- She’s not much of a Christian, sadly. (But then again, who is?)
I would direct you to the story of Jesus and the Samaritan woman. Samaritans were considered “unclean” and the “lowest of the low” by Jews, who were pure-blooded Hebrews. Not so the Samaritans, who were the the remnant of the breakaway 10 tribes of the north, who had intermarried with locals and “polluted” their Hebrew bloodlines:
4Now he had to go through Samaria. 5So he came to a town in Samaria called Sychar, near the plot of ground Jacob had given to his son Joseph. 6Jacob’s well was there, and Jesus, tired as he was from the journey, sat down by the well. It was about the sixth hour.
7When a Samaritan woman came to draw water, Jesus said to her, “Will you give me a drink?” 8(His disciples had gone into the town to buy food.)
9The Samaritan woman said to him, “You are a Jew and I am a Samaritan woman. How can you ask me for a drink?” (For Jews do not associate with Samaritans.[a])
10Jesus answered her, “If you knew the gift of God and who it is that asks you for a drink, you would have asked him and he would have given you living water.”
Please note neither Jesus nor the Samaritan woman screamed “RACIST!!!” I’m just sayin’ here. There are a thousand more examples I could draw from here. Jesus associated with prostitutes, tax collectors, and Romans — the most hated peoples in Israel at the time. Paul preached almost exclusively to the Gentiles — unheard of for as pious and well-schooled a Jew as he was. Phillip baptized an Ethiopian — not only a Gentile but a black man as well.
There is no race in Jesus. We all race FOR Jesus.
And that’s the main reason I bring this up. I’m a Native American. I live among white folks. I like ’em, too. My wife and son are black.
Big deal. I never even think about the distinction. For this illiterate little know-nothing Lib to accuse me of racism is ludicrous, and shows her own weaknesses. But Paul said anger is not a sin, either:
Ephesians 4:26 — 26“In your anger do not sin”[a]: Do not let the sun go down while you are still angry
So I’m asking you. Yes, you. I don’t feel I sinned here, ad I’ve tried very hard not to –but I may be wrong. It’s been known to happen.
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