“When you masturbate God kills kittens.”
“You will go to Hell for that.”
“It’s the truth”
Quit poking me with your Jesus! How come so many religious folks run around stabbing people with their sharpened Jesus sticks? I feel like there was a popcicle party I didn’t get invited to. After everyone ate the flavored goodness, they dropped to their knees. Instead or praying or burning ants with a magnifying glass, they rhythmically scratched the stick against the sidewalk, honing it into a shank. They arise with a vengeance.
Some poke indiscriminately. They seek to just shove their stick of righteousness into anyone nearby. They scream words from street corners and college campuses. They speak of death, and fire, and Hell. They speak of the Love of Jesus, even as they burn buildings and threaten anyone different.
Some poke deliberately. They target a single group as the evil ones. They point to scripture and speak of God as though he were a mob boss, hiring hit men.
Some poke only the weak. They poke when you are down, condemning and humiliating. They remind you of how you hurt and how you fell short. They poke the infirm. They poke those unable to defend themselves.
Dont poke. “Keep your hands to yourself.”