I've known Jesus for as long as I've known my name, and
still I use other people like capital to advance my own interest,
still I gossip to make myself
feel important,
still I curse my brothers and sisters in one breath and sing praise songs in the next,
still I sit in church with arms folded and cynicism coursing through my bloodstream,
still I talk a big game about caring for the poor without doing much to change my own habits,
still I indulge in food I'm not hungry for and jewelry I don't need,
still I obsess over what people say about me on the internet,
still I forget my own privilege,
still I talk more than I listen and complain more than I thank,
still I commit acts of evil,
still I make a great commenter on Christianity and a
lousy practitioner of it.