TL;DR I'm recording some thoughts below on how effeminate Christianity and religion are becoming, some ideas about how to reframe virtue in masculine terms, and charting some kind of masculine imperative that can guide the interpretation of religion as this: religion ought to be accepted when it: emboldens male action, gives freedom to male creativity, and embraces male destructiveness and points it in profitable directions. I welcome your thoughts and input.

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Rollo Tomassi is working on a well known treatise on religion now, mostly featuring western religion and Christianity as it's something he grew up exposed to. I welcome this effort. Red-pilled men of religious persuasion, like me, have been disappointed with the current state of affairs in church, and those of you who are ticked off at what's going on in church and either left it or are about to leave it, you know what I'm saying. Just walking in there you don't see manly men anymore, and what they offer us at best are men who sit around with crossed legs prattling on about how to be more virtuous. Nobody goes out and shoots guns or plays basketball or hikes. You just sit and talk. Just like women, and you're made to feel guilty if you think that's some pussy-ass shit. And that's just the mens-only stuff. The rest of it, who would ever put up with their shit: the Kumbaya spirituality, emotion-driven 'services' that feature music for 30 mins, and depictions of saintliness in almost entirely effeminate or feminine portrayals.

It didn't used to be this way. Many of you on here know a lot more than I do about ancient religions and their depictions of the feminine and masculine, depictions where the two were not even on parity with each other. The strength and majesty of Rome, and the grandeur of Ancient Greece ... man when I see statues of the Greek gods, and read stories like the creation of women through Pandora, these sculptors and authors knew female nature so much better than we do. Listen to the Creation of Woman story from Hesiod's "Works and Days":

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Prometheus who had stolen fire from the gods was banished to eternal punishment, but men who had inherited this fire which could not be taken back, at these Zeus laughed in anger. He went ahead to create women as "a great plague to you, yourself, and to men that shall be ... as the price for fire - an evil thing in which they may all be glad of heart while they embrace their own destruction." Aphrodite poured cruel longing and grace on her head, Hermes put in her a shameless mind and a deceitful nature. Hephaestos molded her in the form of a modest maid, while other goddesses dressed her in beauty and persuasive jewelry. The Guide finally contrived within her lies and crafty words. They called her PANDORA, because she was a gift, a plague to men who eat bread. Before Woman's creation, the tribes of men "lived on earth, remote and free from ills and hard toil and heavy sicknesses which bring the Fates upon men; for in misery men grow old quickly."

These Greeks knew women! Not that all men were depicted as heroic caricatures - far from it, but the Greeks knew something about real female nature. The entire world was red-pilled once upon a time.

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Anyway, moving on. One of my goals is to explore the idea of religion as a masculine form of worship of a masculine God - to try to give general shape to some kind of an interpretive view that could help men approach religion from their hearts and their balls, and not this nice-guy toxic masculinity imperative.

One obstacle to this was already alluded to above: the depiction of Christian virtues in feminine garb. When we think of grace, we think of Mother Mary or of a woman weeping for our souls. When we imagine compassion, we think of a woman's arms around one. With forgiveness, feminine angels. We don't think of the way lions play together, when the pride leader will horse around with cubs and forgive them for being stupid and annoying. When our fathers make a meal or provide a roof over our heads, despite our disrespectfulness toward them in dialogue. That's forgiveness. That's more than that, that's grace. Or how about when a father is at his job and having a professional meeting, and his toddler son waddles into the room and walks right up to him, and the dad gives honor to his son instead of the business associate - picks up the child and stops what he's doing and asks him how his day is going.

We don't think of forgiveness as just letting go of someone being an asshole and having fun again, despite what they did. We don't even think of forgiveness in the sense that we are allowed to blame the offender for what they actually did - which makes it confusing even to get through forgiveness because we're so busy trying to pretend we're not pissed off or that the offender pulled some stupid shit in the first place: denial. In fact, we're often told in church and through religion that we're not allowed to be angry or yell at people or confront evil.

One of my favorite movies is the Boondocks Saints, and in it, there's this great line from Edmund Burke about the greatest thing we ought to fear is not evil, but the indifference of good men.

As a u/BurnoTaurus wrote in an earlier post: a masculine religion ought to embolden and empower the man, to unleash his creative potential, and simultaneously to acknowledge and affirm and direct his destructive impulses. If a man is to embrace any kind of religion, at some level it has to evoke these things, and viciously retort any attempt through femininity to impose labels of toxicity and abuse on such male qualities.