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An open letter to white evangelicals: We’re done with you.
By North Carolina Pastor John Pavlovitz
Dear White Evangelicals,
I need to tell you something: People have had it with you. They’re done. They want nothing to do with you any longer, and here’s why: They see your hypocrisy, your inconsistency, your incredibly selective mercy, and your thinly veiled supremacy.
For eight years they watched you relentlessly demonize a Black President; a man faithfully married for 26 years; a doting father and husband without a hint of moral scandal or the slightest whiff of infidelity. They watched you deny his personal faith convictions, argue his birthplace, and assail his character—all without cause or evidence.
They saw you brandish Scriptures to malign him and use the laziest of racial stereotypes in criticizing him. And through it all, White Evangelicals—you never once suggested that God placed him where he was, you never publicly offered prayers for him and his family, you never welcomed him to your Christian Universities, you never gave him the benefit of the doubt in any instance, you never spoke of offering him forgiveness or mercy, your evangelists never publicly thanked God for his leadership, your pastors never took to the pulpit to offer solidarity with him, you never made any effort to affirm his humanity or show the love of Jesus to him in any quantifiable measure.
You violently opposed him at every single turn—without offering a single ounce of the grace you claim as the heart of your faith tradition. You jettisoned Jesus as you dispensed damnation on him.
And yet you give carte blanche to a white Republican man so riddled with depravity, so littered with extramarital affairs, so unapologetically vile, with such a vast resume of moral filth—that the mind boggles.
And the change in you is unmistakable. It has been an astonishing conversion to behold: a being born again.
With him, you suddenly find religion. With him, you’re now willing to offer full absolution. With him, all is forgiven without repentance or admission. With him, you’re suddenly able to see some invisible, deeply buried heart. With him, sin has become unimportant, and compassion no longer a requirement. With him, you see only Providence.
And White Evangelicals, all those people who have had it with you—they see it all clearly. They recognize the toxic source of your inconsistency.
They see that pigmentation and party are your sole deities. They see that you aren’t interested in perpetuating the love of God or emulating the heart of Jesus. They see that you aren’t burdened to love the least, or to be agents of compassion, or to care for your Muslim, gay, African, female, or poor neighbors as yourself.
They see that all you’re really interested in doing is making a God in your own ivory image and demanding that the world bow down to it. They recognize this all about white, Republican Jesus—not dark-skinned Jesus of Nazareth.
And I know you don’t realize it, but you’re digging your own grave these days; the grave of your very faith tradition.
Your willingness to align yourself with cruelty is a costly marriage. Yes, you’ve gained a Supreme Court seat, a few months with the Presidency as a mouthpiece, and the cheap high of temporary power—but you’ve lost a whole lot more.
You’ve lost an audience with millions of wise, decent, good-hearted, faithful people with eyes to see this ugliness. You’ve lost any moral high ground or spiritual authority with a generation. You’ve lost any semblance of Christlikeness. You’ve lost the plot. And most of all you’ve lost your soul.
I know it’s likely you’ll dismiss these words. The fact that you’ve even made your bed with such malevolence, shows how far gone you are and how insulated you are from the reality in front of you. But I had to at least try to reach you. It’s what Jesus would do.
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Day 15 Been busy the last couple of days. Sorry about the lack of pics, but I did take all my meds. 2 weeks with skipping once. Good on me. Had a hard day at work, lots of physical labor. I'm making myself go to TransOhio tonight. Need to make myself interact. I am really trying for an androgynous look. Don't have time or strength to get real femme. Opinions welcomed, even harsh ones.
Day 12 Having dinner at Wholly Joe's before a delivery shift. Not really feeling anything for now. Numb, but not a bad numb.
Day 11 At auto dealer getting new tires. Had a morning food delivery shift that was so messed up. Barely made it to my appointment. Good thing I booked that 1 hour buffer. My meds are at home and haven't taken them yet. I just wanted to get a quick pic of my hair. Yes it gets that curly. My grandmother used to say all the time that I should have been a girl with curls like that. She's been gone 8 years, never told her but think she would have accepted in her own cantankerous way. Unlike her daughter (Mom aka Endora)
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Day #10 My night to work closing shift at my FT job. God, Friday nights in a liquor store is soooo much fun Had a customer make a comment about my bald spot. I know I have thinning hair in front. I'm self conscious enough about it as is. I think most of the time I look like Ben Franklin or Riff Raff from Rocky Horror. This has been one of my biggest fears about transitioning. Need to be better about it.
Day 9 I shaved. I am seeing a female a little more. My mind must be playing tricks on me. LOL
Day 8 I was very busy yesterday and was not able to take a pic. I did take my meds though (I don’t post these until I have taken them, my form of motivation) Truck day at main job, always fun. Working a 3.5 hour delivery shift later. Last night was fun. One of my deliveries was to a strip club. Sooooo much to snicker at. Starting to dislike the facial hair. Need to find time and strength to shave.
Day 6 Starting my second delivery shift today. Still feeling fairly good with myself. Wanted to shave before work but got busy. I absolutely hate having facial hair but shaving really triggers my dysphoria.
Day 5 Getting ready to start my food courier shift. Worked my FT earlier. Felt real good this morning, the high evened out and have been plus side of positive the rest of the day.
Day 4
Getting ready for a delivery shift.
Day 3 On break at work. Hate Fridays, deal with so much BS that my manager doesn’t want to deal with. This is my soul crushing day of the week.
Day 2 Me at my oh so fun job. I have never had a drink in life but I get to deal with soo many fun people smh My hand is covering my nametag. It has my deadname on it. It's a good name for a male, but that was never me.