I know you not.

It's amazing how much reality surfaces through a BBQ with a diverse crowd of people. Tonight brought to the surface of my soul a perfect hatred of all things religious. All I did was show up and be true to who I am. I was on the grill for 2 hours having a ball with my friends until the P&W Coons showed up and brought this dark haze of religion in the air with them. By the end of the night I felt ashamed, full of anger, hatred, rage. I had nowhere to run, nowhere to hide. Their taunting, judging, sneering and over-the-shoulder glances did me in. I found no peace, no refuge. The onslaught was constant. Fuck em all, I thought. I ran full steam into my King's arms with tears streaming down my face, afraid of the world and all the fucking bullshit in it. There was no other place for me to imagine myself in tonight aside from the warm, loving presence of Yahweh. For some time now I renounced the title of Christianity placed on me by people who do not know better. Today I put it in writing. I no longer associate myself with anything to do with the Diesel-dressed, shiny shoed, combed haired, white toothed hypocrites who claim to follow a King that does not even know who they are. Father made it clear to me tonight that I no longer am of this world. I look forward to taking another step with my king, further down the lonely road of freedom.