Thirty Pieces of Silver, An American Gospel
They stand in pulpits quoting "blessed are the peacemakers" while worshipping a man who mocked Volodymyr Zelensky, a Jewish leader defending his homeland against slaughter, as a "beggar" in "green shirt" coming to the White House for aid. The same man who praised Putin's invasion as "genius" and "savvy." They call this Christianity?
Remember when they screamed "character matters" for Clinton's infidelity? Now they bow before a man who paid hush money to porn stars while his third wife nursed their newborn son. Who bragged about grabbing women's genitals. Who stands convicted of sexual abuse. And they dare speak of "family values"?
These pastors who quote "feed my lambs" vote to slash food stamps. Who preach "heal the sick" yet fight healthcare access. Who recite "welcome the stranger" while celebrating family separation policies that locked children in cages at our borders. Children! In cages! While they sang hymns on Sunday.
Their Jesus said, "It is easier for a camel to pass through the eye of a needle than for a rich man to enter heaven," yet they embrace prosperity gospel and tax cuts for billionaires. Their Jesus washed feet; their golden idol lives in towers with his name emblazoned in giant letters.
Look at Franklin Graham, betraying his father's legacy. Look at Robert Jeffress calling Trump "chosen by God." Look at Paula White selling salvation while delivering invocations at campaign rallies. Their theology has become a transaction—power for protection, influence for tax exemptions.
Where was their righteous anger when children were torn from parents? When the disabled were mocked? When white supremacists were called "very fine people"? When lies numbered in the thousands?
They've sold their inheritance for a Supreme Court seat. Traded their prophetic voice for political access. Exchanged the radical compassion of Christ for the comfort of cultural dominance.
This is not faith. This is idolatry with a cross necklace. This is not devotion. This is spiritual malpractice that leaves real bodies broken, real families separated, real refugees abandoned.
The carpenter from Nazareth would recognize this betrayal. He's seen this bargain before—thirty pieces of silver, a kiss on the cheek. The transaction complete.
THE GOSPEL OF CONVENIENCE
See how they've rewritten scripture with selective memory—erasing the revolutionary who flipped tables and fed multitudes, replacing him with a mascot who blesses offshore accounts and border walls. Their Biblical literacy stops precisely where their political agenda begins.
Look at Lindsey Graham, political weather vane disguised as senator—claiming divine guidance while his spine liquefies at the first sign of presidential displeasure. Once called Trump "crazy" and "unfit for office," now kneels at the altar of expedience. The Lord works in mysterious ways, but Graham's hypocrisy is transparent as glass.
Watch how they weaponize Romans 13 to demand submission to authority when their party holds power, yet scream tyranny when asked to wear masks to protect the vulnerable. Their hermeneutic principle is not scripture but self-interest, not exegesis but exploitation.
Their pastors preach hellfire for homosexuality while offering endless grace for their candidate's adultery. They claim abortion is murder while supporting policies that let children die from preventable disease and gun violence. The sanctity of life apparently begins at conception and ends at birth.
Jerry Falwell Jr. posed with Playboy while running a university that punished students for dancing. Heritage Foundation Christians draft policies that crucify the poor while decorating boardrooms with crosses. They have created a Jesus who looks remarkably like themselves—white, wealthy, and conveniently silent on their sins.
These prophets of profit have transformed churches into concert venues where worship is entertainment and sermons are self-help seminars with Bible verses as garnish. They've built empires of emptiness where the gospel of liberation has been replaced with the gospel of American exceptionalism.
Remember when Christ said, "Take up your tax breaks and follow me"? When he preached, "Blessed are the border patrol"? When he commanded, "Do unto the least of these whatever serves your political ambitions"? No? That's because they've replaced the living word with dead ideology.
Their communion is tainted. Their baptism is in waters poisoned by hypocrisy. Their anointing oil reeks of political calculation.
This is the great whoring of American Christianity. Spreading its legs for power while the real prophets are silenced, the real saints are mocked, and the real followers of Christ weep in the wilderness, wondering how His name became synonym for everything He stood against.
The day of reckoning comes. Not with trumpets and thrones but with the quiet realization that they have become precisely what Jesus condemned—whitewashed tombs, beautiful on the outside, filled with corruption within.