Precious Puritans - Propaganda, Kevin Olusola

Hey Pastor you know it’s hard for me when you quote Puritans

Oh, the precious Puritans

Have you not noticed our facial expressions?

One of bewilderment, and heartbreak, like «Not you too, Pastor»

You know they were chaplains on slave ships, right?

Would you quote Columbus to Cherokees?

Would you quote Cortez to Aztecs, even if they theology was good?

It just sings a blind privilege, wouldn’t you agree?

Your precious Puritans

They looked my onyx and bronze skinned forefathers in they face

Their polytheistic, God-hating face

Their shackled, diseased, imprisoned, face

And taught a Gospel that said that God had multiple images in mind when He

created us in it

Therefore destined salvation contains a contentment

In the stage for which they were given

Which is to be owned by your forefather’s superior, image bearing face

Says your precious Puritans

And my anger towards this teaching screams of an immature doctrine

And a misunderstanding of the Gospel

I should be content in this stage, right?

Isn’t that what Paul taught, according to your precious Puritans?

Oh you get it, but you don’t get it

Oh that we can go back to an America that once were

Founded on Christian values

They don’t build preachers like they used to

Oh the richness of their revelation

It must be nice to not have to consider race

It must be nice to have time to contemplate the stars

Pastor, your color-less rhetoric is a cop out

You see my skin, and I see yours

And they are beautiful, fearfully and wonderfully, divinely designed

Uniqueness

Shouldn’t we celebrate that rather than act like it ain’t there?

I get it

Your Puritans got it, but

How come the things the Holy Spirit showed them

In the Valley of Vision

Didn’t compel them to knock on they neighbor’s door

And say «you can’t own people!»

Your precious puritans were not perfect

You romanticize them as if they were inerrant

As if the skeletons in they closet was pardoned due to they hard work and

tobacco growth

As if abolitionists were not racists and just pro-union

As if God only spoke to white boys with epic beards

You know Jesus didn’t really look like them paintings

That was just Michaelangelo’s boyfriend

Your precious Puritans

Oh they got it but they don’t get it

There’s not one generation of believers that has figured out the marriage

between proper doctrine and action

Don’t pedestal these people

Your precious Puritan’s partners purchased people

Why would you quote them?

Step away

Think of the congregation that quotes you

Are you inerrant?

Trust me, I know the feeling

Same feeling I get when people quote me like if they only knew

See I get it, but I don’t get it, huh

Ask my wife

And it bothers me when you quote Puritans, if I’m honest

For the same reason it bothers me when people quote me

They precious Propaganda

So I guess it’s true that God really does use crooked sticks

To make straight lines

Just like your precious Puritans