The Atypical Altar

I never thought when I started my commentary ministry, Muata Truth Telling, that I would become despised. Disliked. Marginalized. It never crossed my mind that friends and family would abandoned me as a result of my life-long acquired opinions. Opinions that have additionally been forged by a seminary education…that did not lead me to the most common and disgraced area of the Church, The Pulpit.

My ministry has been one of what I think is honestly forthright and based on scientific and mathematical truthful. The Church’s truth is far from this. Therefore, I could not and will not subject myself and those who bother to consume and engage me to unsubstantiated religiosity.

As I sit here alone this Sunday morning, I can wholeheartedly acknowledge that I am saddened. Sadden by the reaction I have received while expressing myself with lovely tenacity - but at times void of cognizant compassion.

As I sit here alone this Sunday morning, I cannot think of one word that I have typed in conscious malice. While blunt with substantiated rhetoric I have not intentionally attempted to hurt Christian-laced feelings. I have done everything possible to SHOCK; and not bruise the emotions of those who have been drowned with the numerous representations of The Church: God, the Holy Spirit, and Jesus Christ (which one is in control).

As I sit here alone this Sunday morning, I still do not completely regret where I have ended up: With Self. This is the place that makes one stronger. Strength does not come from a walk to the save-ship altar (saved from what). It has been the place where I have been forced to deal with my complexity: My God-given and sanctioned garbage. This place - is my Sunday Morning Contemplation.

Consequently, I have to face the loneliness that comes with becoming an unrelenting and unashamed religious outcast. I would rather be on the fringe rather within the mess, The Church.

And, get this - I am in this place as a result of trying to be understood and understand.

Guess I should have said nothing?

I believe with every ounce of my being that I was not made for this world. The world’s present state. Get that, "this world". This world is a disgusting facade. A smelly abyss. A place that does not respect humble agitation - and progressively free thought. Unabashed thought that’s not robotically attached to religion.

I have mistakenly tried to be FREE while knowing that ultimate freedom requires a death. A death of something. That something - can be and should be what this world has created, a Voided Hallelujah Soul.

As I move onto the next ‘sermon’ please know that My Ministry has been to non-narcissistically enlighten myself, to transparently share myself with the universe, and to examine myself while at
The Atypical Altar.

Written by the Preacher you will not hear during America’s most segregated hour, 11:00AM Sunday Morning.

Another Lie, Sex Before Marriage is NOT a sin

There have been many occasions where I would not make a bold declaration in fear that I have overlooked a fact. Well, this time is different. I preface my divinity education and my continuous study – and put it (seminary education) on the line with this one.

No where. Let me repeat/retype NO WHERE in that crutch for a bible does it say that having sex prior to marriage is a sin. Again, no where.

The bible talks about sex a lot. Actually, King David was the master of sexing – but he was not called on the carpet for his outlandish sexual tendencies until he decided to have sex with a married women. Before then, he was banging all types of women!

The bible speaks of fornication quite a bit to – but I challenge all those reading, particularly those trigger ready to dispute me, to examine the word fornication. Go to its roots. Study it before you tell me that fornication implies sex before marriage. Yes, the definition tells us it is sex between to unmarried people. What it does not tell us is that fornicating pre marriage is a sin.

Now, I am not advocating that we all should go out and have sex freely. What I am pushing from my pulpit:

Sex before marriage is not a sin and NO WHERE in the Good Book does it say that it is sinful.

Biblical ignorance, misguided scripture allegiance and misrepresentation has handicapped the African American community. Shackled us in so many ways. It actually has led us astray. We need to stop listening to Pastor in some cases, and listen to that inner voice. Pastor is a man/woman too. HUMAN. He/she is a representation of all that is wrong with us. Yes, I said that! With this contemplation, let's get busy saving ourselves without an unsound Sunday morning sermon that may have been written while Pastor was drinking some cognac. A lot of cognac. Or, while he/she was chatting with boyfriend or girlfriend – and not with his/her wife/husband.

Written by the Preacher you will not hear during America’s most segregated hour, 11:00AM Sunday Morning.

Jesus vs. Farrakhan

I was thinking about Jesus earlier today. Then later today I was thinking about The Honorable Louis Farrakhan. My thoughts concluded with this:

Farrakhan in my analysis has been more effective with 'man' than Jesus Christ.

I don't expect anyone to ask me 'How so?' Especially a Christian.

Written by the Preacher you will not hear during America’s most segregated hour, 11:00AM Sunday Morning.

Muata, the Muslim, and the Christian

*Photo: Jesus and Muhammad*

There is a difference:

A so called devoted Christian would not give up (sacrifice) his/her life for the greater good. The good that they have been programmed to believe in. Ask a Christian if he/she would jump off a bridge or dive out a high rise building window for the sake of a child's life or to save the Christian Believer's Community. Like Caleb, one of the Twelve Spies, was willing to sacrifice for his people (Book of Numbers). Those days of ultimate sacrifice for mankind are long gone.

The Christian is unlike the faithful Muslim.

The Muslims who strap bombs to themselves are not crazy. Fanatical - but not insane. Devoted Muslims will cut off their hand to save a baby. Muslims show discipline under unbearable odds. Almost like a marine. A ranger. They are trained to love what their faith stands for first -and love themselves second. It is all for the faith, Islam. The devotion is not for a figure like the Christian Faith's Divine Failure, Jesus. Allah is their guiding light, not a 'get happy' song. Paradise is real to them. It is the place that they are willing to go via suicidal death by any means necessary. Like Jesus, Himself – accept it or not – he committed suicide. He controlled His destiny! Unlike the modern day Christian, claiming to love God - but doing any and everything to stay away from their Creator: experts at trying to cheat death. All this talk about heaven - but no Christian is willing and ready to go? Those Muslims who flew planes (not that I condone the act) were true believers. They believed in their mission (I vehemently condemn this act of terror). Christians do not have a mission worth honoring. Muslims are Patriots for Allah. Warriors!

The faithful Muslim is unlike the Christian.

This was written with the following in mind:

I have been both, a Muslim and a Christian. I know firsthand what my allegiance was to Islam and Christianity. I know clearly what type of personal inspiration that was created over various periods of time. I know this too: I was a paladin for Allah, and His Messenger. I would have taken a bullet for The Honorable Louis Farrakhan and Minister Willie Muhammad (my local NOI leader at the time).

Was I brainwashed…? Nope! I was a Believer. A real Believer. Not a Believer just in rhetorical description. My humanitarian spirit was cultivated via the Fruit of Islam discipline. My rebel mentality was aggressively massaged via Malcolm X and the likes of him!

As a Christian I was taught to love a Christ that was by all accounts white. The beginning of the lie! There was not one ounce of radical warrior-ism infused in my Christian teachings. I was told to be like Jesus…which was a pathetic description of a weak and meek punk. There was no way I was going to maintain devotion to/for a man who gave up His life for humans who ended up assisting in His death, the Jews!

Over time and much accurate education I have grown to appreciate that Jesus who was carried on a cross into Calvary prepared to suffer the consequences for his law-breaking behavior. The money table de-constructor is the Jesus I now know – not that spineless representation presented to me by Old Time Religion. A better and more appropriate name for that brand of Christianity: Slave Religion.

That’s my difference.

Written by the Preacher you will not hear during America’s most segregated hour, 11:00AM Sunday Morning.

Christians are Nothing like Christ

When I entered divinity school I had every expectation to follow in the humble footsteps of my mentor by becoming a pastor. As time passed, what I thought was a calling changed. No more was I willing to be a typical scripture quoting conduit of God’s word. A traitorous spiritual representation of God’s son. My seminary training changed from one of divine educational deliverance to theological radicalization. The latter definitely fits the blackest boy raised in the overcrowded church on Mary James Avenue. My sensational baptism and pansy soldier support of the Apostle’s Creed solidified my fate: I was a lackadaisical Christian. Consequently, there was something pressing about my fire and brimstone religiosity that yearned at me to challenge the Church’s unbelievable apologues. With this forceful push, I am defiantly unlike what Vacation Bible School fashioned. I am different. Totally opposite from the custom-made suit and cufflink wearing preachers I occasionally listen to as I channel surf e.g. Joel Olsten, Craig Oliver, and the likes.

While channel surfing on the morning of May 16, 2010, I was reminded why people particularly black people are idiotically shackled to Western religion, Christianity. The dreadful reminder reinforces my position: Collectively, black people are handicapped by the religion Jesus, Himself, would NOT support. Not under any circumstances!

“Christianity’s purpose is not to address social issues. While societal problems are critical this is not the purpose. Christianity should not be used to address health and finances. While maintaining good health and healthy finances is important, these are not important in the larger scope. Christianity should not used in politics. Politics help mold society – but we as Christians should not be consumed with Capitol Hill.”

I usually find better ‘things’ to pray about i.e. ‘Lord, please help us to live a life pleasing of our mirror reflection.’ – but I had to pray that this grotesque imitation of a preacher was joking. He was not! He went on to say:

“Ultimately, the value of Christianity is in the crucifixion. This all Christians should be concerned with – Jesus paid the price for you. He died and rose so that you can make it into heaven. Life on earth will pass.”

Calling the number at the bottom of my tube television screen was not an option.

Death is in the minister’s words. He, like countless other leaders of the saints, mentally condemned – and cranium confined ‘God’s children…again. Similar to what a plantation preacher did! This is nothing unfamiliar in the 21st century. Church folk ingest to this type of madness daily. Their holy applause is indication that they believe every word to be true. However, here is the truth:

Christ was a social revolutionary. He may as well been a sociologist. His concern was with the people. He was the personification of the Community Organizer – and we are not to be eradicating fighters of societal ills? Christ spent His days healing sickness. He is known to be a healer which in fact addressed health. Christ’s had an ongoing beef with the Roman powers. Why? Tax collection; which is related to what? You got it: finances. Christ purposefully hop-knobbed with the Roman political structure in an effort to combat oppression, another tactic used to control The People. He was an unrelenting politician who loved people and not narcissistic power.

But yet, Christians are to solely focus on the crucifixion? No wonder Christians are nothing like Christ: Not Up-Right for Righteousness – but off centered, crookedly obsessed with the deserved execution of Christ.

Written by the Preacher you will not hear during America’s most segregated hour, 11:00AM Sunday Morning.

The Divine Question, Do You Believe in God?

Asking me if I believe in God is like asking me if I believe in Santa Claus or the Easter Bunny.

Surprisingly, this divine question has been asked with alarming trepidation. As if my answer were not yes he or she would have to disown me. Of course, I innocently relish that moment of friendship on the line awkwardness. The terrified facial expressions. The palm sweating panting. The uncontrollable eye agitation is hilarious! Luckily, I have not lost many friends as a result of my push to Expose Christianity.

Since I believe that I am an expert of being politically correct without sounding like a robot, my response appears to appease the person asking me the question, Do you believe in God? Unfortunately, I am somewhat disappointed in the individual because they become retardedly relieved by my half ass cookie cut statement of belief.

Equally sad is that I don’t answer the question with spiritual conviction which is evidence to me that the curious but not so curious person is not interested in where I truly stand with The Lord. All they are interested in is if I am a Believer. That is typical considering most who are Christology Believers have no legitimate basis for their belief. It is based on conjecture, fantasy, emotionalism, and shakable faith. Nothing substantial other than pastor’s first Sunday sermon, God is real.

Consequently, when I ask The Faithful why they believe in a God he/she cannot under any circumstances justify their round-about declaration. Not that that is completely insufficient or horribly lacking in any way. I can respect their religious dogma line in the sand. What I cannot respect is their unpleasant reactions to people who stand on an Atheist principle, There is no God.

One of my most devoted Jewish friends is an atheist, by the way. Her life’s work is a beautiful reflection of selfless love. If there is a heaven, she will be at the front of the line with her Jesus pass. Is there VIP beyond the Pearly Gates?

So, as I walk around with my God is a Figment of Your Imagination t-shirt I am reminded with contempt that God is literally understood to be the Creator of man and woman – which is the reason why I am of the belief that there is…

Finishing that sentence will give indication to what I believe.

My belief system should not be of anyone’s pressing concern. As if they are prepared to hand me over to the Fallen Angel if I am not a Believer?? Their business should be if they are adhering to what their jealous and vindictive Christian God has asked of them - and their contemplation should be if I have lived a life that will leave a legacy of trying to eradicate my un-Godliness.

Written by The Preacher you will not hear during America's most segregated hour, 11:00AM Sunday Morning.

Nothing is Mysterious about God's Ways

The Preacher is wondering why a young lady I overheard at a coffee shop this past weekend said with confident belief, "God works in mysterious ways." She was talking to a client. She is a mortgage loan rep. Yes, I was being really nosy. Mysterious Ways is so out of place for business. The white man agreed with me…I am sure. He looked so ready to go! "...God works in mysterious ways." Ain't nothing mysterious about God. If you read His so called inspired word his actions are set forth. Now, if this young lady (black) is speaking of how God has 'worked' in her life - I understand her limited thinking. Once again, humans boxing in God for our liking. Only goes to prove that we speak (ME INCLUDED) in terms of our imaginations about God. We literally make-up what we want to be "mysterious". Or, attribute to God. I wonder if God is responsible for everything? If so, He ain't a pleasant God!


Written by the Preacher you will not hear during America’s most segregated hour, 11:00AM Sunday Morning.