Christianists at work

By David Grima | Apr 12, 2018

One afternoon last week with the ground bare of everything but last autumn’s leaves, a neighbor waved and said she had just paid her winter plowing bill, which in her opinion guaranteed there would be at least one more plowing to be paid for.

Then, on Friday afternoon, it began snowing again, with big, fat flakes doing what they always do.

Not sure if my neighbor really did have to get plowed out again, but her prediction was enough to unnerve me!

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I have always found it easier, more tolerable at least, to cook for friends and family than to cook just for myself.

Does anyone else feel the same way?

In fact, there are times when the whole idea of buying yet more food and cooking it just bores me to tears.

I was overcome only the other day, somewhere near where the spaghetti aisle becomes the Isle of Red Plonk, with an overwhelming wish never to bother with food again. Choosing things that can be made into meals is some people’s idea of heaven. Not for me; not that day, anyway.

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"Plonk" is a word for cheap but fairly decent house wine.

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The authorities in the Lime City have passed an ordinance banning single-use plastic bags from being used at store checkouts, or at least that is how I understand it.

Belfast has already done this, and Camden is thinking of doing it, too.

It’s probably time to think about our addiction to plastic, and other wrappings on all sorts of stuff. When I was but a lad, mother would always take her shopping bag with us to the store, and nobody ever thought about putting the groceries in some flimsy container that would then be thrown away. Then someone invented plastic bags.

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This reminds me that in England they will not place your groceries in a bag at the supermarket checkout. You are expected to do that yourself. This always catches me by surprise when I visit the Olde Folks over there, and makes me reflect on the extent to which public expectations differ from place to place.

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Speaking of throwing things away, things are approaching crisis point at the city dump. For me, anyway.

Wink’s recycling shed there has been closed for at least two weeks, on account of the vast quantities of brush and assorted timber that is somehow stacked right up to the front door. I do hope it all gets put back to normal soon, as I miss my weekly browse among the assorted oddments that end up in Wink’s. Now and then there is treasure to be found.

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Speaking of throwing things away, the shrubs alongside Rite-Aid on Park Street were looking a bit littery the other day. Much wind-blown trash gets into hedges and shrubs all over town in the winter, and is frozen in place and concealed by snow.

When the snow goes, the place does look a bit raggedy for a while, until the professionals come around with rakes and fresh mulch and improve appearances.

There are days when I think that perhaps rakes and fresh mulch would improve my appearance, too. It does get a little grubby at this time of year, in the concrete towers at the foot of Mechanic Street, where I am forced to live.

Relying on buckets of seawater hauled up to the top on bits of old rope (found at Wink’s) knotted together into a long piece is a bit primitive, I admit.

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For years now, we have been hearing certain willfully naughty foreigners being described in the media as "Islamists."

This is to distinguish them from run-of-the-mill Islamic culture, I suppose. I just read a book explaining how angry everyone in the world is these days, and why, written by an Indian chap, and he argues that many of these Islamists seem hardly to know a thing about Islam.

Likewise, I wish to suggest a rephrasing of similar things in our own culture, to define a difference that far too many of us still cannot understand, or which many simply do not imagine is possible to make.

I propose that people who adopt the name and superficial habits of Christians in America, but whose so-called Christianity means little more than being angry at everyone else, be thought of instead as Christianists.

Once we start to think like this, we will soon see that Christianists have tried very hard to co-opt Christianity for their own worldly and often brutal political purposes. And they have almost gotten away with it, too. It must stop.

Sure, they can still proceed in their own nefarious ways; a mere name change will not have much impact upon an inherently wicked point of view. But we can stop them from hiding themselves so cleverly among decent people.

How will we know who the Christianists are? By their fruits – by their very nature – we will know them. By their venom and cruelty, by their hatred of the poor (even if they are poor themselves) and of anyone not their size and color, and by their worship of things no decent God-fearer could abide; particularly by their insane conviction that they are “on a mission from God” to create the conditions necessary for their much longed-for end of the world.

(As though heaven would need their assistance with that!)

Really, I don’t think I have to give much more of a description than this. We all know what I am talking about.

So next time you see this sort of stuff, next time you see how the weeds are choking up the good grain in the field, just remember that you are probably seeing Christianists at work. Compare them to the Islamists and Hinduists (and all the other ravening “wolf-ists” in sheep’s clothing) who are spreading a vicious gospel across our poor old Earth.

But be patient as much as possible, and if you can bring yourself to do so, pray for them while they still have time.

Comments (4)
Posted by: Cathy Baker | Apr 12, 2018 17:00

David:  The reason it snowed, and plans to snow again if I get the snow tires off, is because the freakin' Penguin is still up there atop the Bank of Art Gallery, glaring due WSW, and daring the snow to melt.  Getting de-Penguinated might help with the brushpiles banking Wink's, which represent far too many storms and trees de-limbed.  I approve of the use of Christianism as proposed, but we also need a (lower case c) "christianist".  Nick's late friend Reijo Rantala, a Finnist, used to speak disrespectfully of the "christianizing Swedes" (and the monks did get to Sweden first...), forever carping at Finns and saunas.  Don't know how good they were at grinding the faces of the poor.  That's a tad more contemporary.



Posted by: Richard McKusic, Sr. | Apr 12, 2018 16:06

God has a sense of humor. Otherwise why would I have put "I'm like", instead of "I like." AHHHH!

 



Posted by: Richard McKusic, Sr. | Apr 12, 2018 16:03

I'm like that title: "Christianist". Think you probably made God chuckle. Am sure that as the God of love He/She could certainly use a good chuckle now and then.

"By their fruits – by their very nature – we will know them. By their venom and cruelty, by their hatred of the poor (even if they are poor themselves) and of anyone not their size and color, and by their worship of things no decent God-fearer could abide; particularly by their insane conviction that they are “on a mission from God” to create the conditions necessary for their much longed-for end of the world."



Posted by: Mary A McKeever | Apr 12, 2018 14:52

Very deep! Hope you at least had a happy Easter!



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