It started a while ago. Before the incidents in Charlottesville, VA. It’s been slowly seeping in around the edges of our society for a couple years now. Well, actually, it’s been a whole lot longer than that, but our current political environment here in the US has allowed it to gain more momentum and more followers.
I’m talking about the modern white supremacist movement. Specifically, modern American Nazis. Complete with swastikas, the Roman arm-extended-palm-down salute, and chants of “Jews will not replace us” and “blood and soil” and, more recognizably “sieg heil”, or in English, “hail victory”.
Literal Nazis, armed, I might add, with assault rifles, thanks to our right to bear arms here in the US. How did we get here?
That’s a long story, and that’s not what this post is about.
It’s about me. Ok, I know, that’s really self-centered in this time of strife, with a literal hurricane flooding parts of Texas as I write, with our President doing whatever the heck it is he’s doing…. but yes, it’s about me.
See, here’s the thing. I’ve been running this ministry/community/I don’t know what it is for almost 4 years. There are nearly 4500 people that have joined. For better or worse, I need to set an example. And sometimes, probably a lot of times, I don’t do a very good job of it.
Like now. With the Nazis. I want to punch them.
Literally, I want to show up at the next protest and just go around punching Nazis in the face. Hard.
Why? Because anyone who has studied history at all, especially pre-WWII Germany should know that Hitler didn’t start out with all the power and camps and ovens, he started with a few followers. And that’s what we have now in the US, a few Nazis with guns and votes. We could just punch them all and knock them back down the stairs of history here in the US. At least that’s my thinking (and admittedly flawed, but that’s my feeling.)
My grandfathers were in WWII. On my mom’s side my grandfather was in a plane crash that caused him life-long pain and need for medical care. Admittedly, I don’t know much about my dad’s side, other than he served and never spoke about it. I’m sure all of you have stories of your grandfathers or fathers, or even your mothers and what they did during the war.
We have a chance to stop another war. That’s how I feel.
So I have expressed the desire to punch literal Nazis.
But now I have to admit that I was wrong.
Yes, stubborn, bull-headed, often hot-headed me is admitting that he was wrong.
My desire hasn’t changed, I admit. I still, in my gut, want to punch them. But I am admitting, as a follower of Christ, that the ‘punch them’ approach is the wrong one.
I am publicly repenting of any post that endorsed or seemed to endorse violence against anyone.
Because in my heart of hearts I have always known that, in spite of my desire, violence is always wrong.
I can give you a whole religious/spiritual/might-be-just-coincidence story about something that happened the other day, but maybe another time.
The point is, for anything I said on the facebook page or in the community group that advocated or seemed to advocate violence, I’m sorry.
And I’ll try to do better.