The Tapeworm Gallery: Unequally Yoked
What's this I hear? Grace—dating one of them? I bet that got your panties in a wad. And it all started on the MLK holiday when he ran into her at the mall? You don't say. Why does the school even observe the MLK holiday? There are at most ten of them in the whole school.
Anyway, you've got to put a stop to this before her father finds out. Lucky for her, her grandfather lies six feet under. Hope he doesn't jump forth from his grave.
At least it's not one of those.
With those winning the Miss America crown and all your spelling bees, how will your kids get a fair shot at anything in their own country? What next? One of those becomes the next POTUS as America gets flushed down a toilet?
But you can't even say what you think anymore, lest them and those get offended. Well, no one can stop you from thinking what you can't say. Maybe you can't prevent them from moving into your neighborhood and those from going to school with your kids. But you can keep them out of your family.
And if one has the courage to visit your church, just make sure they never return. Don't chit-chat. Don't even make eye contact. If you don't look at them it will almost make them invisible. Do it enough times, and they'll consider just going back to where they came from—where they belong.
We both know miscegenation slaps God right in His creative face. He made you to stick to your own kind, whether in marriage, neighborhood, or church. If he wanted you all to 'just get along' he would have made you all look the same, eat the same food, and speak the same language.
But wait. God calls Christians to love others. Don't feel guilty. God invented racial homogeny. Remember, He dispersed the nations at Babel. You can love them. Just don't mix with them.
Remember, he told the Israelites as they entered foreign lands, not to intermarry with foreign women. What more proof do you need? Those foreign women led that fool Solomon astray. Remember, God commands equal yoking in marriage. This unity in diversity crap—all a ploy to adulterate your blood line.
So when those visit your church or Bible study, treat them like foreigners, despite their English proficiency (that surpasses even that of the British). And the fact they were born in Chicago. If you happen to have the luck of lunching next to one of those at work, ask (with a grimace) about the smelly green and yellow stuff they're eating. Not a dumb question. Two things to keep in mind: 1) Some people call that stuff vegetables, and 2) Yucking other people's food will help win them over to Christ.
Just curious…How would a bearded, tunic-wearing, Middle-Eastern with a foreign accent fare visiting your Sunday service? Would your church welcome Jesus with hospitality? I hope not. Because if not Him, then certainly not them.
Warning: The faint-hearted should proceed with caution. The Tapeworm Gallery has as its main character, Tapeworm, a demon out to undermine Christian women. Inspired by Screwtape Letters by C.S. Lewis, this fiction satire series exposes the author's interpretation of what a demon might say to a Christian audience. With data collected from current events, the news, articles, theological study, and face-to-face interviews to uncover context and paradigm, the author feels the blog practically writes itself. Enjoy and please comment.