Peephole into the Previous Life

I joined Facebook about five years ago to see photos of my grandson, who lives in Minneapolis. Now there are two of them, so I have a greater need to stay on it. I don’t know the genius of FB, but the algorithm is incredible. Out of the dust of long-forgotten memories, came people that I knew. Somehow if I find one friend, then their friends appear and so on.

Over the years, I have had to “un-friend” some of my old evangelical friends when they said things that kept me awake at night. Thinks like, “We should be bombing the Syrian refugees as soon as they get in their boats . . . take them out with a drone . . . we all know they are coming here just to hurt us.”


I still have a lot of old friends, from that previous life, that I want to keep. I try not to say much, unless they say things that need challenging. For example, the massacre in Orlando required a rebuttal from me.

But looking through the peephole of FB, I see a world that has changed very little from the world I was in, when I was in college. These old friends see me as the liberal compromiser. I have left the world of godliness and entered the “humanistic” world of moral relativity (that is me reading between the lines). This is where they see me as having moral relativism:

  1. I don’t believe, like they do, that all Muslims are disgusting people and because they worship an idol, they all want to come here and kill us and covert us.
  2. If a Christian gives up their right to discriminate against gays, lesbians, bisexuals and transgenders, they are the victims of religious persecution. I don’t agree with that either. My question is why would any Christian want that right?
  3. I don’t see Donald Trump as the torchbearer for moral absolutes in a relativistic society.
  4. I don’t see that we are in the last days because America is going to hell in a hand-basket (as exemplified by too many brown people being here, humanist teaching that the world is 13 billion years old, people living together out of wedlock). I think we are living in the best age the world has known. When I was a kid, a lot of “decent” church-folks were sleeping with their friends wives, drinking themselves silly each night and wearing bigotry as god-given right. We all feared being nuked any day.

I want to come back to this thought, and I mentioned it briefly above, but one of the major areas of contention is that virtually all my old evangelical friends have jumped in line behind Donald Trump. In the early days, where there was a Republican choice, not all of them were on board. But when he became the only choice, they felt they had no choice. As one said, “Ben Carson is a godly and brilliant man, if he thinks that Donald Trump is a good man for Christians and American, he must be right.”

I want to come back to this idea soon. Trumpism is a serious symptoms of something dark deep within American Christiandom. I think it is the concept of “branding” that America has bought into, but I have to think about it.

My disclaimer: I only have the chance to write here when I am between patients. I can’t proof-read, so please forgive any typos. If you find typos in my book (which I have carefully proof-read as has professionals) then you can criticize me.


Published by J. Michael Jones

J. Michael Jones is a writer and PA who lives in Anacortes, Washington. He is the father of five children, who are now grown and out discovering this wonderful world on their own. He has previously focused his writing on non-fiction including medical topics and issues of the philosophy of Christian thought. With the success of his last book, Butterflies in the Belfry, Michael is now moving into fiction with his first novel, The Waters of Bimini.

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