Sunday, April 8, 2018

My Christian Privilege


Let me tell you about my Christian Privilege. 
I have been given this privilege, not based on my race, ethnic, religion, nationality, or hair color.
It is based on my allegiance to God, and has been given to me from the same.

It allows me to approach the Throne of Grace without being squashed like a bug, or consumed by a flaming blast, and to ask favors on behalf of myself and others in need.

This privilege is available to anyone who asks forgiveness from Him based on the sacrifice  of Jesus on the cross and the promise to obey the leading of His spirit.

This privilege grants you also the following rights:
  • The right to be ridiculed in the media.
  • The right to be persecuted and killed  in many countries around the world.
  • The right to be fined for not baking a cake.
  • The right to have friends and family turn their backs on you and even mock you for your trust in your new invisible friend.
And most importantly:
  • The right to enter the presence of God upon leaving this life.
Avail yourself of this privilege. 
If you dare.








5 comments:


  1. Yes, I’m Back, but there is something that I would like to suggest to ALL my fellow blogers.
    Please disconcert the portion in your profile that calls for the Verification of the commentor by asking to click on Cars, Bus’es, Store Fronts, Street Sighs, or whatever.
    This gets people very frustrated and makes then Not Want To Post On Your Blog at all.
    I’m sure that you know what I mean. So kindly do it and I will do so in return
    Thank You

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  2. This is on point Mr B... I immediately thought of Matthew 16:24-26 and John 15:18. Well done.

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  3. Let me just say that my White Christian privilege allowed me to be born as a poor black child (to white Christian parents) having to claw and scratch my way to the middle class starting with a job at McDonalds at 15, then 150 other crap jobs until I was 26, then a crap job with little pay and skipping college until I was 36, then a break when I taught myself some IT skills, finally culminating in a decent wage at the age of about 44 or so. I didn't do anything anyone with a basic education and a little drive couldn't do. No one gave me jack, nor did I ask for any.

    Conclusion - A pox upon the whiners and social justice retards. I hope the little punks end up digging ditches or committing suicide and cleaning up the gene pool.

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    1. It would teach them a lesson. Seriously.

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