I want to make it absolutely clear that this post is not about the southern border of the U.S. Although, in some ways it is.

Instead, it is about the church and the walls built in God’s name. My last attempt at being a “churchgoer” ended almost 14 years ago. That version of the church lasted about 8 years. After spending hundreds of hours and thousands of bucks building furniture and cabinets for the new church, I was told that I was no longer a member as I publically via this blog said: “I don’t believe that the earth is only 6,000 years old, or that Jesus is the only way to go to God.”

It just seems to me that most Christian churches are more about excluding others than they are about being your brother’s keeper. Every church I have joined has worried more about their members’ place in heaven than they are about following the teachings of Jesus. That saddens me greatly.

It took about 400 years after Jesus for the thousands of theologians who came after him to turn the church from actions to faith. It became more about what they decided you should believe. Personal actions as taught by Jesus were pretty much pushed aside, in favor of an easier route to heaven.

This was about the same time that a Roman Emperor who was afraid of losing control called the Council of Nicene to shore up his power and to make Christianity a State religion. It was also about when massive church walls were built since that time to house the god of their invention. In their mind, if you want to see God you have to go to church. To those of us who are followers of the teachings of Jesus, that statement is absolute folly.