I’m White, Christian, Privileged, and Ashamed

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There are moments in life where a truth can be so impacting it changes you forever—unhinging, transforming, and recalibrating nearly everything you once understood and believed.

I used to be a conservative, Evangelical, racist, homophobic, sexist, judgmental, and spiritually arrogant pastor and person. With no reservation, I pre-cataloged blacks as inferior and dangerous subhuman creatures, the LGBTQ community as mentally ill and spiritually depraved, and women as cupholders and casserole-makers for men.

In nearly every way, I was much the opposite of all that I am, hope to be, and stand for today. 

No, I didn’t finally reach the white quota of having enough black “friends” to look in the mirror and believe I’m not a racist. No, I didn’t have a child that came out as being gay or some moral failure or personal crisis that shook my foundations. The reversal of my heart and mind, and the dethroning of my racism, bigotry, hate, privilege, and conservatism came solely from being confronted by the true nature of God, the pure message of Jesus, and the revelation of His heart and mind towards all humanity.

To think that I painted inequality where there is none to see—a choice in sexual orientation where there is no choice to be. To think that gender ever mattered in calling, gifting, or creed—seeing women as some lessor form of a human being. To think that I condemned, in the name of Jesus, where there was no Jesus condemning. The evil ignorance of my white privilege blinded my perspective and deafened me to the real voices crying around me. 

To think that I loved with restrictions, restraint, and conditions—believed I had exclusive possession of all that is Truth to the exclusion of any other perspective or position. To think that I embraced a life and faith lacking in true compassion—leaving God-imaged people marginalized, discriminated, abused, alone, and undefended. To think that I lived and proclaimed it all as faith, faithfulness, and the way, Truth, and life—I am ashamed. Not just ashamed—disgusted. Not just disgusted, but wailing in ashes.

Look around.

Look at what many of us white, Christian, heterosexual, and privileged people have largely become—not all of us, but many—not always intentionally, but in sure reality.

Upon the necks of beautiful humans like George Floyd, our Jesus-grieving sins of racism, discrimination, white-supremacy, elitism, nationalism, ignorance, and condemnation are increasingly normalized, and even spiritualized as faithfulness. We have elected a childish, pussy-grabbing, womanizing, immoral, misogynistic, racist, and xenophobic president—touting him as a kind of God-appointed savior. 

Where our nationalistic, social, and political pursuits clearly conflict with the ways of Jesus, not to mention basic human ethics and morality, we conveniently turn a blind eye, and all of a sudden the “clear teachings of the Bible” aren’t so clear anymore and the compartmentalization of our faith becomes a worthy and important practice—smoke and mirrors were never so smokey and distracting. 

Still to this day, perhaps now more than ever, we harbor racism, boldly act on it, and even spiritually justify it, not to mention sexism, homophobia, and transphobia—all while ironically declaring ourselves to be the well from which genuine spiritual maturity flows. We can’t even stop the religious monster we have created long enough to seek true understanding in what it’s really like to not be white-skinned, heterosexual, Christian, or privileged. If only we knew how to listen as well as we know how to lean on and worship our own understandings and self-seeking ambitions. 

When a transgender person commits suicide at the hands of Christian condemnation, it’s like we don’t even pump the breaks or give a thought to reevaluating our faith understanding or position—arrogantly convinced we hold all the keys. Everyone else is always wrong and we are always right. Everyone else’s protest is an unworthy and blasphemous riot. Everyone else’s sin is destined for hell and ours is magically forgiven—thank God we believed the right things, said the right prayers, and made the right changes. Aren’t we all so special and so white.

While perhaps you are feeling oh-so special, I am feeling oh-so ashamed.

In fact, if this is what it means to be white, I don’t want to be “white” anymore.

If this is what it means to be Christian, I don’t want to be seen as “Christian” anymore.

If this is what it means to be heterosexual, privileged, or even American—you can have it all.

For Jesus flips the tables yet again in riot-ladened rebellion, revealing that we, in our undeniable worship of being white, heterosexual, Christian, American, and privileged are actuality the ones who have become the infected, pus-oozing, deplorable abomination. The finger pointers and speck removers are once again revealed to be the log possessors whose preoccupation with changing the world for Christ has left us tragically unaware of our own Christ-less souls.

Against this I must stand, turning shame for all that I had believed wrongly about God, Jesus, and people into an unstoppable solidarity with all that God has created good, beautiful, whole, and affirmed.

This is my resistance, this is my manifesto.

In the footsteps of Jesus, I’m a human that affirms all humans.

I’m a white man who sees as equal every shade of color and gender.

I’m a heterosexual that affirms every other kind of “sexual” rooted in honesty, love, and committed relationship.

I gladly surrender my privilege and tear off the “Christian” name tag.

I will no longer join hands nor heart with a faith understanding that fights against so much of what Jesus embraces.

I refuse to love, accept, and affirm any less than God who is pure Love, affirms, accepts, and loves me and all others without condition nor reversal.

For I am no better than any other—only different.

This is true of all people. Grace and Truth has made it so.

All are loved, equally and beautifully made—each a masterpiece, eternally valued and secured.

I will be forever brave on behalf of the “least of these,” proudly counting myself as equal among them, and manifest the delight of Jesus who is eternally proud to live, serve, sacrifice, and call them friend—as am I.

Ashamed, I am no less. Brave, I am, all the more.

 

Grace is brave.  Be Brave.

 

11 Comments

  1. Marcus Lawson

    Dear Pastor Kratzer, your honesty, spiritual honesty and love are so illuminating, as well as edifying to those who are marginalized, exploited and are barely considered members of the American body politic, as well as barely considered members of the Christian Church. I long ago rejected the notion that others in my faith can speak for me in the last day or even before Christ’s comes. It is Christ whom I must answer to and not the judgmental, arrogant, racist or rather bigoted people who stand in the way of allowing us to seek grace and Christ in our lives. Thank you for being so brave. Marcus Lawson

    • ckratzer

      Thanks Marcus for your generous words and encouragement!

  2. Jack Harmon

    I too am white. I didn’t choose it, it was just the way I was born. Since I was young I didn’t have anything against other people. The trouble with blacks was their education. when I was young most blacks that I knew talked funny, showing their lack of education because of their recent freedom. Now, most of them talk normal, and as they get more education, they will be like anyone else. skin color doesn’t matter, we are all the same inside.

  3. Larry Grant

    Thank you for this post Chris.
    None of us have a choice regarding the skin color we’re born into. I too have struggled with guilt over being what I am. That struggle has strengthened a commitment to be a better member of the human race. A brother to all!

    • ckratzer

      Thanks Larry, I stand with you on this mutual journey!

  4. Todd Vick

    I cried all the way through. Your writing has such a way of digging down deep and exposing the darkness in our souls. I appreciate you, Chris. I truly do.

    • ckratzer

      Thank you so much for this encouragement Todd, it is such an honor to journey along side great people and voices like you.

  5. Paul Appleby

    I sit in my comfortable house on the beautiful shores of Nova Scotia as a white male Christian quite removed from the daily struggles and fears faced by many people of colour, sexual diversity, Islamic faith, mysogeny, the list goes on. I react with horror to the police brutality towards blacks in America failing to take a hard factual look at Canada’s history of black subjugation particularly here in Nova Scotia. I am ashamed for not speaking out on behalf of marginalized people. I am forever grateful, Chris, for your vulnerable and prophetic words that will not leave us untouched or complacent. Continue to ignite the passionate Love in all of us through your gift, my friend!

    • ckratzer

      So appreciate you and your words, Paul!

  6. Mike Cooper

    Thanks Chris. Very profound and dIfficult words to read as a male, white, privileged, heterosexual follower of Jesus. In today’s world, the term Christian makes me cringe, specifically for the reasons you pointed out. While my specific journey has not been quite as extreme, your message encourages me, and others like me, to engage more and continue to remove the privilege blinders so we can simply love like Jesus.
    Thank You!

    • ckratzer

      Thanks Mike for reading and sharing these encouraging words! Honored to be on this journey with you.

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