Precious Puritans

If you would allow me a second to deal with some in-house issues here

Hey pastor, you know it’s hard for me when you quote puritans

Oh the precious puritans

Have you not noticed our facial expressions?

One of bewilderment and heart break

Like, not you too pastor

You know they're were the chaplains on slaves ships, right?

Would you quote Columbus to Cherokees?

Would you quote Cortez to Aztecs?

Even If they theology was good?

It just sings a blind privilege wouldn’t you agree?

Your precious puritans

They looked my onyx and bronze skinned forefathers in they face,

Their polytheistic, god-hating face

They shackled, diseased, imprisoned face

And taught a gospel that says

God had multiple images in mind when he created us in it

Their fore-destined salvation contains a contentment

In a stage for which they were given

Which is to be owned by your forefathers’ superior image-bearing face

Says your precious puritans

And my anger towards this teaching

Screams of an immature doctrine and a misunderstanding of the gospel

I should be content in this stage, right?

Isn’t that what Paul taught?

According to your precious puritans

Oh, you get it but you don’t get it

Oh, that we can go back to an America that once were,

Founded on Christian values

They don’t build preachers like they used to

Oh, the richness of their revelations

It must be nice to not have to consider race

It must be nice to have time to contemplate the stars

Pastor, Your colorless rhetoric is a cop-out

You see my skin, and I see yours

And they are beautiful, fearfully, and wonderfully divinely designed uniqueness

Shouldn’t we celebrate that rather then act like it ain’t there?

I get it your puritans got it but,

How come the things the Holy Spirit showed them

In the valley of vision

Didn’t compel them to knock on they neighbors door

And say, “You can’t own people!”?

Your precious puritans were not perfect

You romanticize them as if they were inerrant

As if the skeletons in they closet was pardoned

Due to the they hard work and tobacco growth

As if abolitionists were not racist and just pro-union

As if God only spoke to white boys with epic beards

You know Jesus didn’t really look like them paintings

That was just Michaelangelo’s boyfriend

Your precious puritans

They got it but they didn’t get it

There’s not one generation of believers that has figured out the marriage between proper doctrine and action

Don’t pedestal these people

Your precious puritans partners purchased people

Why would you quote them?

Step away

Think of the congregation that quotes you

Are you inerrant?

Trust me I know the feeling

It’s the same feeling I get when people quote me

Like, if they only knew

I get it, but I don’t get it ask my wife

And, it bothers me when you quote puritans,

If I’m honest, for the same reason it bothers me when people quote me

They precious Propaganda

So, I guess it’s true

That God really does use crooked sticks to make straight lines

Just like your precious puritans