This past Sunday morning I sat down to watch a Church service on television. I didn’t watch it to mock the people or to mock their beliefs. I also didn’t sit and view it with a level of narcissistic cynicism, thinking myself to be superior to them because I see the flaw in their logic.
During the service a large choir of children began to perform a Number. The performance was lackluster, and mediocre at best. They looked as though they had not practiced their routines at any point prior. There are secular groups of children younger than that of this particular group, who perform secular routines at secular events with much more enthusiasm and talent.
What saddened me the most, what hurt me the most is that each of these precious children looked like Human Drones, programmed to do what their Handler’s willed. It look like a group of MK Ultra Manchurian Candidates. It broke my heart to see children being used by parents who are delusional. The parents of these children believe that industry indoctrinating them, with the Judaeo Christian specifically, they will not become worldly people.
Personally, I am not worldly. But that’s because I have this desire to be my own person and I loath Bandwagons. Yes, I would want my daughter to feel the same. I would want her to desire to be different from popular trends. Once I see the majority of people doing something, I start to feel a resistance to it. I question everything, and I want to know why, how, and when I get answers I want to know why it’s that answer.
I hate to see children being forced into anything, even if it’s passive it’s still forceful. The parents of these kids look at them saying “Jesus” (whoever that’s supposed to be) into a microphone and they feel like they’ve instilled some type of humility into that child. Yahshua actually taught humility and love during his time on this earth. Religion and the church is miles away from those teachings.
This is not child abuse as some would say, that is a belittling of the true acts of abuse like hitting and sexually assaulting. I love children and I never forgot what is was like to be a child, in fact I often reminisce about my childhood and the great parts are a blessing. The bad parts, which I won’t go into are not a blessing, but the resulting humility and character that I gained from those bad parts, are.