Indeed, I see what you are saying. I was raised with a polluted Christianity. It included some of the worst instincts of humanity being projected onto God and Jesus. So Jesus wasn’t love. He was the selection committee. Poor people were judged. I have this vivid memory of sitting in church feeling like scum when the pastor started talking about how the poor were responsible for their condition
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But if Jesus was only love, if Christianity had been presented to me as something else, something powerful enough to draw me into forgiveness of those who have wronged me in the way that you exemplify it. Not just you, but a huge number of the black people I have met in the course of my life. I wish I could rinse the negative experiences with Christianity out of my mind.