“There was some truth mixed with the heresy.”
“Some good came out of it.”
“Some people were helped.”
I hear these phrases all the time about the cult I was raised in. People try to convince me that I shouldn’t walk away completely; that somehow the small bits of truth mixed in the cesspool of toxic sewage still makes it worth swimming in.
Here’s the truth: You can’t eat something with just a little bit of poison and not be negatively affected. You can’t play with just a small flame and expect to not be burned. Poison is poison, fire is fire, and if you play with them, they will harm you.
There is only one Gospel. There’s no such thing as a Prosperity Gospel, or a Moralistic Gospel, or a Patriarchal Gospel. There is only one Gospel. If you mix any heresy in with it, it’s no longer the Gospel.
As soon you as you mix any bondage, or performance, or earning, or perfectionism into the Gospel, it’s no longer The Gospel.
For those that are curious, I haven’t walked away from Jesus. I haven’t walked away from the Gospel. I have just walked away from the lies and from the idea I can earn God’s love and approval.
And I believe that the beliefs I held on to in the cult were so toxic there is only one way to handle them. When it comes to fundamentalist patriarchy, some say “Don’t throw the baby out with the bath water …”
I say “Burn the ships.”
Burn ‘em into the sea.
“We can rise up from the dust and walk away
We can dance upon our heartache, yeah
So light a match, leave the past, burn the ships
And don’t you look back”
~ Burn the Ships by For King and Country