A call out to some of the people that worship the same way I do.

I fear that one day some archeologist is going to dig up my bones, study my teeth, and then talk about what a shitty human I was. It will probably be the same archeologist that finds the steeples to our churches, the vaults of our banks, a stethoscope or two from our hospitals, and a few faded yellow school buses buried deep under "The Former United states of America" soil. Well...that is not what I want. Don't put words into my mouth and then proceed to call me a communist, member of some whack-job terrorist organization, or God forbid a socialist that secretly wishes death upon American/democratic ideology.

I just know that the archeologist will see the lines of poverty running straight through our Churches. He will read our literature about missionaries in Zimbabwe, Cambodia, and China and yet again, see the lines of poverty that run strait through our schools, Churches, and hospitals. Our fault or not, our tax dollar or not, he will question why the line in which I speak is so apparent. I applaud over seas missions and understand its importance, but why are so many of us willing to go overseas, yet cringe at the idea of social organizations that help the people living next door? I am not not naive enough to believe that every citizen claiming to need help actually needs it or that they are all doing their part to live a better life for themselves and their children. However, I do believe it would be even more naive to believe that every American citizen claiming to need help is screwing the system.

I find it sick that our churches often claim responsibility over the physical, mental, and spiritual health of some 3rd world aborigine, while some of the worlds poorest and unhealthy are living on street corners and in gutted out school buses in our own back yards while we complain about a 2 cent tax increase on candy bars, cigarettes, or coca cola.

If you are not willing to help out your neighbor, yet you travel to a 3rd world country for no other reason than to feel the breeze coming from your fellow church members kissing your rear- ends, stay there please and die of malaria while you are at it. I am tired of seeing Alabama teachers getting screwed over and our nations poorest staying poor for our own selfish ambitions, while we claim to love God and pledge to spread his word. If it wasn't for faith, I would laugh at you too.