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I’m Ready To Invite MAGA Jesus Into My Heart

I once was blind, but now I see.

I think I’ve finally found the truth that really will set me free.

After years of pushing him away, I’m think I’m ready to invite Make America Great Again Jesus into my heart.

It’s not inspiration or inner conviction or divine revelation that has led me to this holy conversion moment—it’s mainly just fatigue.

I’m tired.

It’s hard caring about people; waking up every morning and having to have empathy for someone who isn’t me, let alone someone who doesn’t even look like me, think like me, vote like me, talk like me, worship like me.
It’s fairly exhausting trying to actually live all that Gospel Jesus stuff: loving the least, being a servant, turning the other cheek, living humbly, tending to the sick and the poor, praying for my enemies.
I didn’t realize that being a peacemaker and a Good Samaritan would be such thankless, taxing, costly business—and honestly it’s worn me the heck out.

I was beginning to think maybe I needed to jump ship altogether; that maybe Christianity wasn’t for me—until I found MAGA Jesus and he saved me from a life of sacrifice, humility, and selflessness. He isn’t half as demanding as Gospel Jesus is. In fact, all things considered, he requires very little from me: Say a quick magic prayer, in exchange for a permanent Get Out of Hell Free card, a life of unrepentant privilege, and the right to judge the humanity around me however I please. It’s a pretty sweet deal.

With MAGA Jesus running things, I’ll be able to focus on saving souls for the next life—which means I won’t have to be concerned with what befalls people in this one all that much anymore. Their poverty, their adversity, their suffering is really none of my concern. (They’re supposed to “rejoice in their trials” anyway, so I’ll actually be doing them a favor.) Oh sure, I’ll still be able to take enough interest in people’s personal existence to condemn them for who they love or the bathroom they want to use or their desire to get married—but beyond that I don’t have any pressing interest one way or the other. Someone else’s life (outside of the bedroom and bathroom) is none of my business.  

MAGA Jesus also frees me up from worrying about the planet heating up or the coral reefs dying or the honeybees disappearing. I can chalk that all up to a “groaning creation” that is well above my pay grade, and simply live with relative abandon, consuming and wasting to my heart’s delight.

I don’t have to welcome refugees or immigrants, or those fleeing war, oppression, and sickness the way Gospel Jesus insisted—I can just tell them all to go pound sand.
I can spend and acquire and hoard as much as I want and not give it a second thought, because MAGA Jesus is a make it rain deity who wouldn’t dare tell me that I can’t serve both God and money—the way Gospel Jesus would
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And all the annoying death, suffering, violence, and disease outside my door? I can blame it all on the sins of a “fallen world”, while I offer “thoughts and prayers” and pass the buck to God. 

The really great thing about worshiping MAGA Jesus , is that I’ll still get to call myself a Christian—which will be helpful in simplifying the post-conversion transition. I won’t even have to edit my social media profiles. And as long as things stay as they are here, I can guarantee that I’ll always be well-represented in Washington and from the megachurch pulpits and on FoxNews—which is really all any American religious person needs.

Sure, I’ll have to adopt a decidedly white, affluent, American, gun-loving, gay-hating Savior, which will take some getting used to, but from what I’ve seen it doesn’t take long. In no time, I’ll be worshiping Capitalism, waving the flag, retweeting Breitbart, and telling the poor and the hurting to pull themselves up by their bootstraps— without having to worry about whether they have boots or not. 

I figure I’ve given this Gospel Jesus thing a good go of it. I’ve been working that whole “love your neighbor as yourself”, compassionate, generous program for nearly half a century, and what has it gotten me—except a diverse community, an experience of lives I’d never otherwise known, and the hope of leaving the planet a little kinder than when I found it. Not exactly a golden parachute and surely not profitable.

It isn’t like I’ll totally be exempt from empathy either. I’ll of course still get to care for my spouse and my kids and my parents and my friends, my kind—but beyond that, giving a greater damn will be at my discretion. Anyone else’s well-being or healthcare or kids or job, especially beyond our borders, won’t have to be a priority anymore.

I’m sure I’ll miss my old religion from time to time; the joy and kindness and the mercy, but I sure won’t miss the work. I’m looking forward to finally having a God work for me—instead of the other way around.

I think I’ll get everything I as a straight, white, Christian male deserve, for a change.

I believe MAGA Jesus will make my Christianity great (and easier) again.

I’m ready.

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