“That’s what we all need. That’s what our country needs. That’s what our nation needs. That’s what we’re here to do as Christians. Not here to judge. Not here to lecture. Just here to show the amazing love of God.
“My job is the same as yours: love God, love people. We’ve all got the same job.”
When Scott Morrison told us that we needed more love, I must admit that I was a little cynical. Was this the same Scott Morrison that locked up asylum seekers, wanted those under thirty to wait six months for the dole, opposed marriage equality, restricted the notion of a “fair go” to those “having a go”, promised to repeal the Medevac legislation, and relentlessly attacked Bill Shorten and the Labor Party? Surely not! It must be some other Scott Morrison. Was our PM going soft? What next? Will he be out hugging some distraught voter Jacinda Adern style? Apart from his attachment to a lump of coal and his affectionate hug of Malcolm just before he screwed him, I’ve never seen anything resembling love from the man.
Ok, ok, love is a very private thing… Unless you’re Barnaby Joyce who’s prepared to talk about it publicly providing you can pay $150,000 for an interview.
Anyway, Mr Morrison seemed to have relinquished the idea that politicians can achieve anything when he told the congregation at Hillsong: “Our nation needs more prayer, more worship. That’s how things are overcome.”
Well, at last I understand why the Liberals are reluctant to throw money at society’s problems. That’s not the way to get things done. Prayer! That’s the answer. Mr Morrison apparently prayed for young people thinking about suicide, for veterans, and rain to ease drought to restore rural communities…
Don’t know why old people thinking about suicide were ignored, but Mr Morrison is the one with the direct link to God, so I’ll presume there must be a higher wisdom at work. After all, as I write this, I can look out the window and see that it’s raining so Scomo’s prayers have worked already. Next time he may need to be more specific about where the rain needs to land.
Now that Labor are being abandoned by all and sundry because of their attempts to co-opt the MeToo hashtag and turn it into a small target strategy for the next election, I must admit that I have been a little confused about where to put my energies. I’d embrace The Greens but they seem more concerned with putting the boot into Labor than actually mounting attacks on the government. One Nation is out of the question and Clive Palmer seems to have disappeared now that his prediction that his party was on track to become the next government has proven wrong. Perhaps, I should listen to Scoot and put my faith in prayer and give up on the whole political thing altogether.
Mm, it has it’s appeal. A religious conversion may be exactly what I need. Particularly after the government work out what extra rights religious people will be afforded in the religious freedoms legislation…
Now I’m not going to mention that overpaid sportsman who seems to be arguing that his religion is so important that he can’t avoid tweeting about it, but not so important that he can forgo the ridiculous amounts of money he’s paid by the sort of people who are clearly all going to Hell. Lately, I’ve noticed that when ever this person with the initials, IF, is mentioned people tend to roll their eyes and wonder whether to politely change the subject or slap the person speaking very hard in the hope that it brings them back to a reality where we can all agree that there’s a certain absurdity when the people who want to remove unfair dismissal laws argue that a particular person should be to be allowed to defy his employer without consequence. However, this is bringing a lot of attention to the restrictions that religious people face which prevent them from doing the sort of things that they’ve been allowed to do for centuries such as persecuting those who are different, burning witches and censoring anybody who says or does anything they regard as blasphemous. Consequently, the government will need to pass some sort of law to keep them happy.
I mean what’s the point of being in a religion if you can’t feel special. And in the age of moral relativism, people don’t automatically cower when you tell them that you’re saved and they’re not, so laws are needed to emphasise that these people can’t be treated like everyone else. Like exemptions from discrimination laws for religious organisations because it would be unfair to force them to employ someone whose beliefs didn’t fit with theirs. If there aren’t exemptions then they could be forced to employ a single mother, which would be especially confusing in some Christian schools because younger students may assume that she’s the Virgin Mary. And if there aren’t very specific laws, then atheists may be able to turn around and say that they’ll only employ other atheists which would be so unfair.
So with the lack of other options available, I’ve decided that prayer is the answer.
“Please God, can you end the drought with a massive storm and a lightning bolt that strikes down large numbers of politicians?”
The song “What if God were one of us” just started playing on the TV as I write this. Seriously. That really just happened as I was writing the prayer.
Perhaps it is a sign.
Mm, will I be held responsible if the lightning bolt does happen? And can I claim freedom of religion to exonerate myself?
Strange days, indeed.
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