What I saw, and did not turn off, did not turn away from, but watched in much the same way a person watches a train wreck--despair and tragedy, mangled limbs and carnage--from beginning to end, was the single most blatant anti-Christian propaganda I have ever witnessed. It spewed hate towards my God and my beliefs, and therefore towards me. It was offensive in the way it reduced Jesus to an image on a grilled cheese sandwich, equating Him to a genie in a bottle, Someone who might just grant a sincere request by a teenage boy to touch his girlfriend's breasts.
Make no mistake, I was offended; aghast, even, at what has become acceptable in our society. Christians truly are the only people group in America that can be mocked openly and without consequence. It dawned on me that we are hated. Surely, there are those who call themselves followers of Christ who spew hate. Biblical Christianity is not hateful. I want to say that. I want it to be heard, but that's not the thing that has stayed with me over the last several days. The thing that touched me, that keeps running through my mind is this:
The God of the Bible, my God, is holy. He will not be mocked. My heart grieves for these people, for I believe that one day they will stand in front of the One they have mocked and be called to explain themselves.
"Do not be deceived, God is not mocked; for whatever a man sows, that he will also reap."