My Eulogy for Rush Limbaugh
When my boyfriend back in college and I walked past the Christian bookstore and saw his face a hundred times through the window we stopped in our tracks. We held hands and cried, a pit in my stomach: I did not belong in the Church. From that moment I knew it was not for me.
When I was a child I asked my parents if all Christians were Republicans and they laughed saying that politics was a personal matter that we did not discuss at church.
Christianity and Conservatism do not go hand in hand, for to follow Jesus you must clothe the stranger, hate the lover of money, give all you own to the poor. You do not care about status or promotion or the things of this world. You are not proud or arrogant or rude.
I pictured Jesus storming into the bookstore and throwing the books down, stomping on Rush’s little smirk with his sandals, declaring not in my Father’s house. But of course Jesus wasn’t gonna do that. He’s been dead thousands of years and Rush was just the latest false prophet.
I lost my church, my family, my friends. My identity. It’s thanks to you, Rush. Your ego was an insatiable beast until, finally, thankfully, like all men, you died.
