Care for others. And by “others”, we mean fellow tithe-paying church members of the same skin color, language, and specific denominational sect as us, not those apostate rogues who we will exterminate once our brothers and sisters reproduce to become so numerous that we take over the government. Unless they repent, of course. Then we'll let them serve us as one of the lower caste tribes from our Canaanite fanfiction we pick out-of-context inspirational quotes from.

I shelter in place on sundays and this is why. They are out in force. And my perimenopausal ass has a strong sense of justice and no filter. I’ll get in a fist fight.

That’s basically what cured me of evangelical Christianity.

Don’t try bringing logic to a dingleberry convention!