I quit being a Christian. I’m out. In the name of Christ, I refuse to be anti-gay. I refuse to be anti-feminist. I refuse to be anti-artificial birth control. I refuse to be anti-Democrat. I refuse to be anti-secular humanism. I refuse to be anti-science. I refuse to be anti-life. In the name of Christ, I quit Christianity and being Christian. Amen.
What I found really interesting about this is that I feel exactly the opposite. One of the main reasons I go to church is to remind myself, after the political battles of the week, that the people I so ferociously oppose are still part of the body of God. It’s difficult, in the hurly-burly of intense disagreement, to follow the injunction to “judge not,” but I think joining in prayer with your fellow Christians even those who might be – gasp! – Democrats is a helpful reminder. None of us has a monopoly on wisdom, virtue or justice.
Perhaps, as Nolte puckishly remarks, “Rice has ‘elevated’ herself from a Christian to a narcissist.”