I cannot attend my church again.
Yesterday I went to church, and for the first time in quite a few weeks, the head pastor preached. There are 3 preaching pastors; the associates are far better than the main one. But that’s beside the point.
I was once part of the transformation of a small church into a mega church. We attended, along with a couple hundred others, in a school gymnasium in The Woodlands TX. We were there as the church bought land and built an amazing campus, growing into something like 20,000 members and several satellite locations around the Houston area. It stands today known as The Woodlands Church with the same pastor, Kerry Shook.
That we were sort of insiders was kind of cool I admit. I was daily dosing on blue pills then so the misandry was something I celebrated along with the rest. It was just cool and fun. It all sort of fell apart for me at once when I was force fed a red pill by circumstances. With my eyes opened by the red pill I was able to see the absurdity of what the new American church had become. This Sunday I was reminded of it again.
Since we moved from TX to TN It’s been impossible to find a church simply because they are all anathema to red pill men. But I wanted to keep my kids attending so I went along to the local equivalent of the mega church, and bit down hard on a wooden pencil for an hour and fifteen a week.
Then yesterday, the head pastor walks onstage. He is a diminutive man in his low 60’s. He recently lost a bunch of weight and got himself back in shape. That’s always a good thing. But fitness had nothing to do with the fact that he walked on stage wearing a new soul patch under his lip.
I do not care about soul patches or any choice someone wants to make about their appearance. I do care about the naked pandering this represents. It is pitiful. It is pathetic.
Then his sermon, bless his heart, was one I’d heard 50 times before in various places. It was the one about money, about tithing and giving. Here again, I have zero problem with churches explaining tithing and calling for it. I’m good with tithing. But in the battle to be cool, they have all taken the same sermon and changed only the letterhead it’s printed on. So he parroted on to say (yawn) “How much do you trust Him? Is it 1%….2%….well then give that amount, trust God 2% and see what happens”
Then lo and behold, right in front of me was 3 females and a male. It took 1 minute to see the familial facial similarities in the female’s faces. It was the forty something mom, and two daughters. The older daughter and the mom both looked, let’s be nice and say “tired”. The mom was experienced looking and the daughter was hiding experience behind a layer of pancake makeup. And BOTH of them, the 20 something daughter and the 40 something mother, both had full regalia wedding and engagement ring combos on the middle fingers of their respective right hands. Ka-CHING! The other girl, maybe 16, was a pretty girl even though obviously making an effort to let’s say, wear the big girl panties (and show them above the low slung jeans. The boy was some out dated EMO style early twenties guy who, no kidding, had a wallet chained to his pants and stuffed in the rump of his skinny jeans.
So Mr. soul patch….you did it. You connected my man. You have a church that has no small number of folks like the ones right in front of me in attendance. And you make them feel good about themselves week in and week out. And you tell us that each morning the day begins with a $37,000.00 hole to fill, just to as you put it, keep the lights on.
Nice to know.
So I left after the service and I told my wife I will not go back. It is on me, she says, to find a new place. I’m grateful she sees it that way and she is correct. Sadly I am not optimistic about my prospects but I will try.
We stopped for gas. A teen black boy approached me and asked me “sir can you help out?”. He had a kind face and it was clear he was humiliated and not wanting to be there. He pointed to a car parked off to the side and said it was his mom and 2 sisters. He told me that the dad had been beating them and they had fled, and they needed help. I know how people react to things like this. Some are painfully skeptical and untrusting, and dismiss the need as a ploy for drug money or just dependency on hand outs, others are fearful, some people are just ridiculously tight with money, all sorts of things. I do not think too deeply about those things in situations like this because it’s not my problem, it is for God to figure out. So, I gave the boy all the cash I had, which was maybe 20 bucks. As I pumped my gas I watched him approach a white woman who I am dead certain was a wild eyed liberal. She was a poster gal for the middle aged white liberal women who are so agitated for Obama and dying to see him re-elected lest the country be revealed as racist. He asked her for help. She looked at the young man like he had trespassed or something, and sent him packing with not even a well wish. This mages stuck in my mind.
We left, and it weighed and weighed on me. So I turned and went back and we went and talked to the woman. Yes, she is a single mom. Yes, she most likely had different fathers for the kids, and there was likely systemic poverty, maybe drugs, definitely someone somewhere down the line was not responsible…..all that. But she then tells me the coup de grace. The shelters will not allow her in because she has a teen boy. I have known this rule for years. This was the first time it was in my face, and I HATE IT.
While my wife and I made arrangements for this woman and her child to have a place to sleep for the next 7 plus nights (after which she says she is headed for Chicago to live with a sister) it all flashed in front of me.
The idiot with the soul patch
The $37,000.00 nugget to run the place daily
The liberal white woman who chased away the boy that was forced to ask strangers for help
The shelter that turned the family away because GASP! A boy is part of the family
And the little girl, maybe 5, in a pink jumper and wearing a precious huge smile while waiting in the front seat of the car while older brother begs for money
I don’t like any of it.
I realized that the church is gone as a force for (good) change.
What is there to replace it?
Where I’ve been looking, I have found nothing but the faux intellectual pursuit of game and the millennial popular lambasting of conservativism rolled up into some third way of approaching things.
Personify game and put a soul patch on him!
I have no idea where that leaves me. Probably lacking a church and needing a hobby.