I’m so weary of a cloistered Christianity of privilege, one that feels itself entitled to comfort and ease, one that wields absolute power and cries “oppression” when it cannot have all of it. I’m exhausted from daily encountering a Church that still works to segregate itself from the very people Jesus was most burdened to protect and care for. Most of all I am tired of dead-hearted Christians trying to convince themselves and me that God is okay with it.

There is so little of Jesus in this; in all the bullying and condescension and “pull yourself up by your own bootstraps” coldness. That Jesus himself was a homeless, itinerant street preacher relying on the generosity of others, escapes them.