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There’s a little feel good meme floating about that declares the Apostle Paul arrived in heaven to the applause of those he martyred. It just doesn’t sit right with me. I ain’t buying it.

Paper towels are an analogy I came up with long ago, because my loved ones had a propensity to make a mess and just lay a paper towel over it. Out of sight, out of mind. Amusing, because I would find a broken egg dripping down the counter, but it’s all good, I cleaned it up….by carefully draping a paper towel over it? By the time we got to piles of little napkins laid across dog poop in the yard, I was ready to just surrender all and descend into hysterics.

Equally silly are these bright pink PLASTIC doggy bags carefully filled with poo and just left strewn about the pathways like little virtue signaling markers of environmental love. Trust me, the secular world loves it ridiculous legalism too, and lives in that place where the spirit of the law is completely forgotten, if it ever really existed at all.

So….if God wants to save the soul of Paul and those he martyred, and have a happy reunion where everyone holds hands and signs kumbaya, that’s cool. God is God, He knows best, and His mercy and grace endures forever. Absolutely, those who have murdered others will be in heaven. The blood of Jesus is powerful.

But I just can’t help but think of those pink poopy bags and draped paper towels, and how memes like this help us Christians feel good, holy, virtuous, by “pretending” there is no mess beneath the surface, no justice required. Just forgive and forget, just shake hands and be friends.

This just doesn’t jibe with, “The Spirit of the LORD is upon Me, Because He has anointed Me To preach the gospel to the poor; He has sent Me to heal the brokenhearted, To proclaim liberty to the captives And recovery of sight to the blind, To set at liberty those who are oppressed…”

The poor, oppressed, brokenhearted, often cry out for justice. Not reconciliation, justice. We don’t want to learn how to feel good about our bondage! We don’t want to feel virtuous and holy, we want the bad guys stopped and we want somebody to say, killing people and stealing their stuff is wrong. Stop it.

I love “The Time Machine,” HG Wells, 1895. He paints a beautiful analogy between the Eloi and the Morlocks, and how the Eloi just live in the light, draping paper towels over anything negative, like the fact that the Morlocks sometimes come to the surface to enslave or eat them. There’s a powerful scene where someone is drowning and no one helps, everyone just looks away, so as not to have to intervene or even to feel the distress vicariously. They cover their eyes…and their emotions and the scene just ceases to exist. Out of sight, out of mind.

It’s a morally confusing situation because you realize the utopian paradise of the Eloi is as dark and foreboding as that of the Morlocks underground, because it is a world without justice, a world that refuses to acknowledge darkness. It is not “good.”

I dont have any great theological answers or peace for anyone’s soul, but I can tell you I have spent a good half century wrestling rather fiercely against a church at large far more interested in teaching people how to feel good about their bondage, rather then setting the captives free.

All I know for certain is that truth matters, justice matters, and without them you really do wind up with Christians too heavenly minded to do any earthly good.