Dear American Jesus, For the longest time I thought you were real. I spent the majority of my life being so thankful for you. “Wow! American Jesus is great! He forgives me of my sins and promises that he will help me accomplish anything that I want as long as I pray and go to church sometimes and am nice to others.” Of course, I never called you “American Jesus.” That’s just plain silly, because Jesus is for everybody! But deep down, I knew (or thought I did) that you liked us best. This free land of democracy and success…Christianity practically started here! But you made me very confused, American Jesus. You said you had numerous wonderful plans for my life. You made me believe that if I just did enough good that I too could be successful and rich. It was the dream scenario. Pray a little bit, have a Bible on my bookshelf, find a nice church and have a nice family…I mean, for such a small inve...
Reflections on a life lived for King Jesus.