Religion of peace with a sermon like this?

There seems to be quite a bit on the net claiming this fellow a lier, but what I don’t understand is why his message is not accepted or echoed. That is the issue here; he is claiming full rejection of his Muslum Mosque to his statements & that doesn’t seem to be the focus of the Mosque’s rebuttle. Check out one of his interviews & come to a decision:

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Kill or be killed? White people are the problem? I think it’s ignorance & paranoia.

We’re all lawbreakers. So how should a bunch of lawbreakers treat each other? We know we’re supposed to delineate between right and wrong. But we can never forget just how level the playing field is. James warns us: “Judgment without mercy will be shown to anyone who has not been merciful. Mercy triumphs over judgment!” (James 2:13) This is a hard word for hardliners.

Real mercy—the kind Jesus says we’re supposed to “learn”—is helping each other UP. Are you helping up or pushing down?

I was running late on my way to a funeral. I was tooling down the Interstate totally stressed, totally late. A State Trooper took interest in my vehicle and stepped out into the lane and flagged me over. I was busted, stressed, and totally flipping out. He said, “You were doing 85 in a 55. Where are you going?” Black suit and all, I replied, “Officer, I’m sorry. I’m a pastor on my way to do a funeral, and I’m late.” I saw that he could see the Bible on the passenger’s seat. So he said, “Given the circumstances, I’m going to show mercy; next time, leave your house earlier.” I was so grateful. I did the speed limit all the way to the funeral home. The mercy the cop showed me made me want to obey the law. That’s the lesson. When the woman caught in adultery was shown mercy, Jesus could say “Go and sin no more” knowing that her heart of gratitude would learn from mercy more than it would ever learn from trap-setting legalism. The best way we can hold each other accountable is to show mercy.

Now, contrast the merciful State Trooper with an unmerciful red light camera. About a year ago, I was tooling along failing to memorize which intersections had those nice little legalistic cameras installed. As I went through what I saw to be an “orange” light, I noticed a flash go off on that warm dusk evening.

I can’t justify speeding or running lights. It’s the law. But in the one instance, a human heart saw a difficult circumstance and made a call using the rule of mercy. The inhuman red light camera, however, ruled purely on the basis of law. I’m not here to say which is better for our law-breaking society, but I think I can say which is better for the church. The heart of mercy trumps legalism. Which should we more reflect? The State Trooper, or the Red Light Camera?

I’ve been around red-light-camera-Christians long enough to know that their hard-line religious legalism never leads people UP. Now granted, the red light camera system does work. But it’s superficial. I bet fewer people run lights in my town of Columbia—at least at the intersections with the cameras. And those that do run them may even pose for the camera by flipping the bird. Mercy is better than law because it makes reasonable people want to obey; but merciless religion leads to loopholes and superficial behavioral modification. Choose mercy.  

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Colts Quarterback Peyton Manning said he had never seen so many middle fingers in his life. What caused such a middle-digital display? The Colts drove their bus into Baltimore.

I remember it well. I had my official Ravens Bart Scott jersey on (I especially love it because my last name is Scott). My wife Lisa even bought “football food.” This was a very special Saturday. We were purple with pride. This would be the ultimate irony, the perfect storm, the payback of the ages.

But here’s where things get goofy: This middle-finger vendetta is—get this—23 years old. That’s right, 23. You can’t even count that high on all your fingers and toes.

But bitterness never runs out of fingers and toes.

See, decades-plus ago, then Colts owner Robert Irsay, wanted Baltimore to upgrade its stadium. But with attendance dwindling and the team playing crapily, city officials were wary of stadium spending. Relations between Irsay and the city worsened, and Irsay began to look at other cities.

So the Colts galloped off to Indy. Robert Irsay eventually died and his son Jim became the beneficiary of the once-legendary once-Baltimore team.

I know some people don’t like this, but I’m rooting for the Colts this Superbowl. If they win, it’s just a game; if they lose, it’s just a game. Whatever the outcome, I think the lesson is this: The middle fingers, not the Ravens, lost in ’07 because grudges never win in the end. Go Colts!