Out with November – In with December. Finds and Reflecting on how “they” profit off of Jesus

 

I was sitting at the park today, trying to release all of the drama and chaos of the day I had absorbed.  And I was just bent all outta shape.  Sitting in my car, looking at the massive mega church off in the distance – this same damn church that gives tons of money to overseas projects and then turns around and brags about it – puts all of that $$ “giving” on big posterboards – but then I ask to speak to the head dude about a personal situation and idea of mine I would like to share with his congregation – and I can’t get the time of day from him no matter how many messages I leave.

Probably because I’m not well known around here.  Or I am not an official member of the cult, I mean church.  Or I am not part of some big charity organization who can call in more attention and thus more $$ for this church that preaches the gospel of Jesus.  (But I do have that mustard seed grain of faith and if you look past my aging apathetic well of frustration you will find a childlike innocence with deep compassion and a heart of gold that can spring forth to life in the presence of an extended olive branch.)

“They’ve turned Jesus into a f’ing profit driven business,” I said out loud in disgust.

Jesus.  The teacher of love.  The philosopher of helping out our brothers and sisters.  Jesus, the same dude who tossed out the money changers.

This church and all of its fancy schmancy – just another building of bullshit that has turned Jesus into a money-making machine.

I wondered:  How much money has been made in this man’s name?  As in everywhere throughout time.

Merchandise.  Bible’s.  T-shirts.  Bumper stickers.  Sunday Service donation baskets.  Revivals.  Happy family picnics with the donation coffers nearby.

And yet I look around.

And for all of these millions – billions – of dollars spent AND made on behalf of this one name JESUS – is our world any better?

Have we fed the hungry?

Have we clothed the naked?

Have we housed the homeless and cured disease?

Have we protected the vulnerable, the children?

Have we ended wars and held crooked business executives and bankers and politicians accountable?

I wanted to spit on that damn church building.

I wanted to walk up to that pulpit, maybe throw around a few benches and chairs for effect (it’s a good release for me and I AM in that space TO release my pent-up frustrations) and ask the circus members those same questions.  And wait for an answer.

Wait for SOMETHING – for SOMEONE – to give some proof that Jesus, in all of the marketing and showmanship and salesmanship, and his message that is pushed 1-3x a week at most churches worldwide – have all of these doings made this world a better place.  And if nothing is forthcoming, ask what we can actually DO – starting RIGHT NOW – to change that.

And to start LOCAL.  Small.

Each family – each person in this congregation who is doing well – who is under no immediate duress of any kind – find another person or another family who is not doing so well – ask what they need – then provide it.

No fanfare.

No shiny lights or booths advertising “LOOKIT WHAT WE DID”.

Just some authentic, humble kindness in action.

Not that these things don’t already happen with those who volunteer.  These are the ones whose hearts most align with the message of Jesus.  But there are many MANY more who think all they need to do is show up each week, be told what to think and reflect on and believe, and they will have their spot reserved in that shiny sparkly placed called Heaven.  And those many many more could be doing so much more to help those in need.

Walk the talk instead of just listening TO the talk.

It’s been a day.  I had to help my kiddo take apart her new dresser because, as I told amazon customer service, “it’s a pile of junk whose drawers are uneven and where the little round pieces meant to hold in the screws keep falling off – send someone to pick it up and return my money!”  So, it’s in a kabillion pieces – again – back in the same box awaiting pickup.  I’m on the lookout for a used WOODEN (REAL WOOD) dresser that’s put together.

OY!

Here’s what I’m seeing.

💖🙏

Victoria

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Interesting timing on this find…..

 

I will say this – this account and Rose and others have spoken of a global announcement being part of the “end”.

 

or do what happened in The Last President…

 

End of QE……….

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I will tell you this – there are LLC’s all over this area and some of these properties have “SLUMLORD” written all over them.  W/D next to stoves.  Improper flooring installed.  Moldy floors and baseboards.  Lopsided porches.  I know wtf to look for.  You name it – all for the sweet price of ONLY $2,000 or more per month.

 

 

Organic Oats are cool by me – I add organic cinnamon, organic raisins, chopped walnuts and a splash of pure maple syrup.  Other than that – butter and eggs here every day.

 

 

 

 

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I think the WE ARE DONE has reached a new height.  I’m definitely feeling it on a personal level:

 

 

If my memory is correct, I remember George News showing a video on youtube of the military distributing those vaxxine boxes with BATTERY labels on them……

 

We are DONE being slaves.  My brain hurts these days from trying to figure out yet another way to increase my income or another way to market myself or another way to find $$ TO pay for that service.  I’m. Just. F’ing. TIRED  now.  Ya know??  And that tired me is having royal inner meltdowns – I don’t want to play this damn “game” anymore!!

 

 

 

 

 

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Author: Victoria1111

Truthseeker. Philosopher. Commander of Freedom. Writer. Musician. Composer. Above all I Am A Creator.

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