This Sunday, MAGA Christians Will Be Heading Into Churches. They Should Be Repenting.

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All over America, MAGA Republicans will stream into churches this Sunday.

They will do so joyously.

They will do so arrogantly.

They will do so believing they have won.

It be a hollow procession of morally inverted disciples of a felon, who have spent the past week applauding the passing of a simply sickening piece of legislation; one that will result in tens of millions of the poorest and most vulnerable among us losing healthcare, millions more driven further into illness and food scarcity; a generation who will experience poverty, reduced access to education, and lives that will be far more painful and short than they needed to be.

They will proudly carry their Bibles while celebrating a man, a party, and a bill that are antithetical to its contents regarding what it means to love people as God does.

They will try and pretend they give a damn about Jesus, while celebrating the relentless violent persecution of immigrants, refugees, and anyone with brown skin who their repugnant cult leader’s goon squad decides to round up from worksites, graduation ceremonies, and church services.

They will have the God-mocking audacity to sing songs about a Creator who sets the captives free, even as they pump their chests and post social media taunts about a Florida concentration camp that will be a blazing, miserable final destination for human beings whose lives and stories they will never care to know.

These are the hypocrites and pretenders Jesus warned about.

They are the fraudulent, performative predators he spent his entire life and ministry rejecting, and the only reason they should be entering a church at all, is to fall to their knees in repentance, asking for forgiveness for so perverting Jesus’ love your neighbor message into something that dehumanizes the human beings in their path, something that only wounds and expels, something that is the very embodiment of evil.

As a former pastor, I wish I could be in these buildings this Sunday, so I could look these people in the eyes and hold the compassionate, gentle, generous words of Jesus up to them like a mirror in a way their leaders won’t, because they, too, are morally compromised.

I’d love to shove Jesus’ commands to love the least, to care for the most vulnerable, to welcome the stranger in their faces and watch them squirm and rationalize and desperately engage in theological gymnastics to try and avoid accountability for urinating on the loving, healing, helping, immigrant Christ.

I wish I could confront them with the truth, that if Jesus were to show up in the flesh in their midst, they’d have him cast out for his woke theology, removed from their gatherings for daring to preach an empathy they now find detestable, and capriciously tossed into some prison for no other reason than the color of his skin or his nation of origin.

Every decent human being, whether they claim faith or not, sees what a gross and empty Sunday parade these self-identified Christians are making into buildings where they will surround themselves with the trappings of goodness and faithfulness, all the while making life for so many outside the building a living hell.

I don’t expect a single one of these MAGA acolytes to step into their churches and actually hear the words of Jesus in a way that softens their hearts, moves them to repentance, and sends them out into a nation they have done such irreparable harm to in order to bring any kind of healing or equity or restoration. This is mostly because they no longer have any need for Jesus.

In fact, I’m really hoping Jesus doesn’t show up in their gatherings.

He wouldn’t be safe.