Takeoff

The early morning sun cast dramatic shadows around everything on the tarmac. The rough landscape was made flat in its glare, and I thought, waiting for the bridge to be extended to me, that I might be anywhere, or nowhere at all. The airport was a concept, not a locality.

Then, I looked at a passing airplane, being towed to its arrival gate. On its tailfin was the word “Spirit”. I wondered, if the Spirit Airlines was really a spirit that could lift us all up and take us to a better place we’d prefer to be in, what do we need a lousy old airplane for? Do spirits need airplanes?

That made me think about Christian nationalism, and they way that Christian nationalists keep on talking about how powerful their god is, how their god can do anything.

If their god is really so powerful, how come Christian nationalists have to actually do all the work of promoting Christian nationalism? Why don’t they just sit at home and let their god do what their god wants to do, maybe pray about it a little bit, and leave it at that?

The clouds parted, and the sun shone down upon me, and the answer arrived like a dove soaring down out of the skies: Christian nationalists don’t actually believe in their god. If they did, they wouldn’t be so anxious about trying to control everyone else.