So, if I were teaching at Liberty University (stop laughing, I’m speaking hypothetically–seriously, stop laughing, geez), I wouldn’t be allow to show R-rated films or say the word ‘damn’, but I could, along with my students, carry a loaded gun to class.
Just following in the footsteps of their ‘Prince of Peace’, I guess.
If you think I jest, here, read this!
[I promise, it’s not from The Onion . . . it should be, but it’s not].
Hmm. You have to admire their oh-so pious regulations. No dancing (like my main man, Pimp King David), no cursing, no movies, no drinking, but carrying a loaded gun to class in order to exercise your Christ-like attitude toward your ‘potential’ enemies?
Of course!
Love clearly knows no fear.
Ah, didn’t Jesus slam these guys back, like, oh, I don’t know . . . 2,000 years ago?
“On second thought, Pete. Keep the sword. In due time, they’ll create universities in my name and for my sake, and I’ll need you to ignore everything I ever said about how to treat your enemies. What’s more important is that you exercise your constitutional rights, not follow the Sermon on the Mount. Got it? Good. Now, let’s go kick some ass, baby!”