Forgive Me For Asking - Propaganda

Question — this is embarrassing

You ever been scared you had no idea what you were talking about?

Yeah, me too

Honesty perplexed

I’ve lied and so have you

Christians

Lying

Like you never had questions?

Like you never had a moment when your inner dialogues

Were all of a sudden in third person like

«Are you really buying this?»

You’re lying

Like your eyes are 100% always satisfied by your spouse

And you don’t need accountability

Neither of which is biblical, by the way

Your eyes are never satisfied

Us, overgrown primates with egos

Lying

You «e the devil when you declare yourself okay

You get it but you don’t get it

Like you’ve never planted your Chuck Taylors firmly in the sinking sand…

You’re lying

We for centuries sing hymns of grace

And this is why it’s amazing!

And if it’s not, you don’t understand…

Or you’re lying

Which is why your friends don’t believe you

There is just as much Jesus' blood on your hand as there is His

You sure you understand the cross?

Forgive me for asking

Forgive me for asking

Muslims- excuse my boldness- but what if you’re lying, too?

Like you don’t ever have questions?

As if you’ve never wondered why Allah’s ears only hear directionally

And if you accidentally pointed slightly north easterly then you’ve blasphemed?

As if the thought has never crossed your mind

That the jihadists interpreted the Quran correctly

And you are what we Christians would call 'lukewarm'?

Which makes you much more like my evanjellyfish churchianity would allow me to

admit

And you can call me on it;

I’ll deny it, just don’t believe me

Because I’m lying

I strain at gnats, I focus on silliness

I act like God has joined a political party just like you

As if you’ve never thought

«What if I was paralyzed and I can’t make my pilgrimage to Mecca

Yet I follow the text better than my whole family?

Is there enough mercy for me?»

Forgive me for asking

Forgive me for asking

I know it’s wrong for me to front like I understand your theology

As well as I think I understand mine

But I know we can agree on this:

Something is deathly wrong with us

And you, smarty pants, don’t front

Like the little you know about our universe

You ready to draw conclusions about its origins?

Maybe we don’t know as much as we think we do

Science still can’t explain yawning

Like you never took your world view to its furthest conclusions?

That if human behavior is just what protoplasm does at this temperature

Then there is no need for humanitarian effort

Because these atrocities weren’t wrong

It’s just the universe weeding out bad genes

Them is fingernail-on-chalkboard words, ain’t 'em?

You’re lying

Maybe I’m wrong, maybe you’re right

Maybe we’ll find out the day after the world ends

Yeah, I guess we’re all a little inconsistent

Maybe we can just show each other some grace

Forgive me for asking

Forgive me for asking

Forgive me for asking

You ever bury yourself in self-righteous guilt?

(Huh, me too.)

Are there fresh tally marks on the walls of your brain’s prison?

(Mine, too)

Hoping that the count of good deeds outnumber the bad ones?

Are your miserable failures your badges of honor?

And when you count those tallies

And the day the good outnumber the bad

Pat yourself on the back:

You have joined the rest of humanity

You, too, are lying

Like you never thought

«Someone might catch me in my contradiction.»

Yeah, me too

You ever think to yourself

«I have no idea what I’m talking about»?

Yeah, me too

Forgive me for asking

Forgive me for asking