Do not lay up for yourselves treasures on earth, where moth and rust destroy and where thieves break in and steal, but lay up for yourselves treasures in heaven, where neither moth nor rust destroys and where thieves do not break in and steal. For where your treasure is, there your heart will be also.
Itâs like they donât even read their own damn book!
Only the parts that suit them.
I read the Bible, too, but sock my money into ESG investments whenever Iâm able. But, then, I was doing that before I took up reading it again. (ETA) Presumably the different translations are pretty clear about how one treats oneâs neighbor, & the various ideas about how one obtains money and where it goes - but I figure Iâd be told Iâm the one doing it wrong.*
I guess I shouldâve seen this coming (i.e. from the religious right) - itâs existed on the religious left for decades:
Iâm surprised that (checks article) GuideStone Funds isnât more grift-y than this (although I suppose one might maintain that most investments are grifts): it made me think how, around 20-25 years ago, some company was (re)selling phone service to customers who took (or claimed) offense at Verizonâs LGBTQ+ HR policies. Of course, if Verizon is the local/legacy service carrier, that means the company was taking that VZ service and selling it right back to those same customersâŠ
The article alluded to Catholic-driven funds, which do indeed steer clear of e.g. weapons manufacturing. I know of an Islamic-based fund that has done very well since 2010 (or earlier), because it doesnât invest in banks, and it rode out the whole meltdown better than most.
*If I were to suggest that âreligious leftâ or for that matter, âreligious centerâ seems to be vanishingly small, itâs also completely unfair to those (like the late President) who truly put in real work toward a better world for everyone. If I canât do it with my hands, I try & do it with my wallet, but not as much as Iâd wish or feel I should, as of late.
thatâs all I have to say about that
My brother became a Mormon when he married one. My parents received an invitation that included the detail âBring your own chairs.â This seemed odd, but they went anyway.
When they got to the door of the âtempleâ they were not allowed in because they are not mormons. They were expected to wait outside the whole time.
This told me everything I need to know about Mormons, and about my brother.
My reaction to every single answer to every question: 
These people are gone. Unreachable. Theyâre living in a sick, twisted hellscape theyâre convinced is heavenly, and thereâs no way to get them back. Theyâre completely and permanently cut off from anything resembling a normal, healthy human experience, and theyâve been that way for so long theyâll fight to stay there.
That was a Dane Cook joke years ago. I like âCroutons of Christâ
âThe Lord is a little stale today.â 
