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"I'm proud to be a drug baby - my mom drug me to church"

I'm not sure if you follow comedian John Crist on instagram. Mostly funny and often crossing a line that makes many uncomfortable. Some things I personally find funny and the things that make me squirm I just pass on by. I know I tend to feel things more intensely and know my limits. Most of the time. But a recent post I just can't stop thinking about.

The church sign. You may or may not know what I'm talking about. The sign says "I'm proud to be a drug baby - my mom drug me to church"
From my understanding, it's a line from a Lecrae song, although in my short 2 minute googling efforts I could not find said song.

But what got me was all the comments of "my pastor said this" or "my pastor says this"

Your pastor? You? Your mama?

I'm confused. Do they not understand that there are truly drug babies. Babies fighting for their life? Mamas and Dads overdosing. Foster parents holding babies writhing around detoxing.

Please hear me when I say you are not called to make light of this but called to act. Called to bring light to the dark, called to love your neighbors and defend the case of the fatherless. To love the least of these. James 1:27 doesn't change because you're too greedy, too selfish, too busy, too whatever the hell it is you tell yourself.

No, not everyone is called to actually do the fostering or adopting, but you can be a light. And if you're waiting for that pie in the sky calling. Go read your bible. It's already in there. Your Father already told you.


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You're free to say I'm being too sensitive, or that I need to lighten up.
I'm an enneagram four I have no desire to care less or to not feel things deeply.

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