People not Acts

Greetings, my boys, it’s Papa 4 Da Boys, slogging through the swamp of spineless piety with a soggy song in my heart. Today, I’m talking about a truth so blazing it could singe a Unitarian Universalist (or Episcopal – nearly the same absurd thing these days) cathedral: being a Christian doesn’t mean rolling over for every outrageous act cooked up in the cauldron of human folly.

 

Love, my lads, is for people, not their despicable deeds—especially those that spit in the face of God, Objective Truth, and Reality itself.  And oh, how I’ll skewer those lily-livered “Christians” who’d trade their faith for a seat at the world’s friendliest tea party.

 

For you boys learning to think like men, not jellyfish, this is a call to grow a backbone. Seven minutes, with sarcasm sharper than a bishop’s glare. Let’s march. Picture me, Papa, in a pew—unlikely, I know, but humor me—watching a parade of so-called Christians, their crosses dangling like fashion accessories, cooing over every sin because “love thy neighbor” means never saying “no.”  Love, they chirp, as if it’s a blanket big enough to cover every abomination from Sodom to Seoul. Wrong, you spineless doves!

 

Christianity’s not a free pass for every depraved whim that slithers out of human brains. Love the sinner, sure, but their acts? When they defy God’s blueprint—Objective Truth, that stubborn rock of Reality—those deserve a requiem of disdain, not a hug. Take the liberal “Christians,” those quivering apostles of niceness, who’d rather choke on their own tongues than call a sin a sin.  Oh, they’re so enlightened, smiling at blasphemies that mock the Creator’s design, all to win friends at the cost of their souls. Gender swapped to defy biology? “Live your truth,” they simper. Marriages twisted into knots God never tied? “Love is love,” they bleat, as if God’s a cosmic barista serving whatever you order.  

 

I once tried “living my truth” as a seven-foot Adonis!; gravity laughed, and I stayed a fat old man (I’m not even the 6’ tall I used to be!  More like 5’11 and a tiny bit of change). Reality, lads, doesn’t bend to feelings, and neither should faith.The Bible—dusty, but not wrong—says God’s the measure of all, not some wishy-washy cheerleader for human stunts.

 

John 8:32: “The truth will set you free,” not “tolerate every outrage to keep the peace.” When acts challenge Objective Truth—like defying the created order of male and female, or worshipping self over Savior—they’re not just mistakes; they’re rebellions against Reality itself. 

 

Look, I love a good rebellion, mind you—my Setlist shows I’m no saint—but Christians aren’t called to applaud every uprising, especially those that kick God’s throne. Love people, yes: the lost, the broken, even the fools. But their deeds? Despicable ones get the boot, not a blessing.

 

These cowardly “Christians,” clutching their lukewarm lattes, think faith’s a popularity contest.  “Be friends with all!” they cry, as if Jesus never flipped tables or called Pharisees vipers. They’d rather dilute their creed to fit a TED Talk than stand firm for Truth.

 

Adulthood, lads, means choosing sides—not with hate, but with clarity. You can love a man without loving his defiance of God’s design.  I loved my father, but his human failings? Those got no applause from me. Faith demands courage, not a spineless nod to every fad that struts past.

 

Young thinkers, hear this: Christianity’s not a doormat for depravity. God’s Truth is the yardstick, and acts that mock it—those deliberate slaps at Reality—don’t get a pass because someone’s feelings are tender.  Jesus didn’t come to Earth to hand out Crying Towels at a Pity Party for the Perverted.  I’d sooner smash my Guitar than let it play That tune. Love the person, call the sin what it is, and don’t let liberal cowards guilt you into betraying your faith for a handshake.

 

And so, Papa 4 Da Boys slinks off, orchestrating a great requiem for spineless piety. Young men, love fiercely, judge actions boldly, and keep your drum louder than the world’s applause.