Saturday, April 3, 2010

Note To My Future Wife

L’irremediabile borghesia religiosa




If memory fails me, the phrase is Cazuza. "The bourgeoisie stinks, but it has its charms." * For more ordinary ranks of the Brazilians, I was born in the class "C" or, in the downstairs of the Burgues. Intended to travel in cars behind the train bombs, my childhood did not have many vices. I grew up without a car (I was 17 when my father bought me a car), without attending bar on weekends and without brand clothes. No, we were never poor. We had food security and a large family with uncles that will support us in grief.
But to enter in the afternoon teen dance Club Nautico, I had need to jump the wall. To make an icicle to the range of lessons I had to go to school on foot and eating an apple, get sick.
became a militant of the pathetic social climbing. In my first job, I stared at the goal of buying a Volkswagen Beetle. I worked like a galley oarsman, but a year later I left the dealership four wheels mounted on a German - and more than thirty six installments. Since then, I continued to climb. I got to the colorful world class "B." I was no longer a penniless remedied. Soon I noticed that the stairs would take me to religious places higher.
I spent most of my days among Christians who were the springboard of religion that the social the company denied. Knew that the religious logic that I accepted willingly (and even strengthened it) served the aspirations of young rich.
First, the United States. I traveled extensively for almost the entire territory and I knew the heartland. I preached in churches as large as in Chiesaccia. I avoided I, for interest to note that the Pentecostals were an effort to show that they were not the poor cousins \u200b\u200bof the Baptists and Presbyterians Twice, I attended the General Council of the Assemblies of God is not how to describe the parade of vanity I saw in those meetings. The corridors crowded with more than fifteen thousand pastors, women make up smeared clothes wore expensive and husbands were fighting to win the plate "Major Contributor to World Missions."
After I returned to Brazil, also tried to blind to what I saw. I would not notice how ridiculous they used manipulation denominational leaders feared as to keep commanders. Pastors natives of the social strata from where I left too, felt challenged to go for the close social sieve mesh. Revealed some early signal of wealth, fame, glory. What drove them to fight and I (admit it) I wanted to be like one of them. The anointed appeared next to famous politicians, traveled to Israel and put on some places missionaries overseas.

As I walked away from that world that he began to print the ticket cards with the title of Apostle. Then, with the mega religious societies, when the status grew, I decided to leave once and for all. I really began to turn greasy BMW, helicopters and airjet. In fact, resolved not to want those toys that the "patented" the blessing of God
The evangelical world is contaminated by this petty-bourgeois spirituality. Encouraged by the logic that it is profitable to serve God, the believer looks for the trick that opens the door to work, which does pass the university entrance exam, which addresses the causes of justice, which aids in public disputes and increase salaries. For him, proof that God exists is in those small miracles; and the best witness to the truth of faith in the ability to move the arm of the Lord.
lynched when I said I was just in a Bible study that God does not open the door to work. Suffered critical to say, based on the Sermon on the Mount, Jesus taught that God's children not to ask about material things. At first, I did not understand the virulent reaction. Why such resistance to the proposed waiver of spirituality and divine intervention to fit in life? But I remember most of the ambition that populated my youthful heart, in the corridors of those conventions and American evangelists cafonaggine new rich, admit it: you are not free easily by the prayers that promise miraculous charms of the bourgeoisie, no stink. Soli Deo Gloria

From: Ricardo Gondim

Ps.: Famous Brazilian singer-songwriter who died of AIDS in 1990, also known for his songs criticizing the bourgeois society, the medium in which he just grew.