Because I can't save myself, I am compelled to save others

You may ask, as some have already, why do you care what happens in Christianity if am not a believer? Some have concluded that I am still "in the camp," albeit very far from the fire while others discount my observations all together as mere bitter rants from an expatriate. As for the latter, one should not question the legitimacy of a person yelling 'fire' in the midst of a burning building--especially if you are inside it. The accuracy of a statement or observation is not diminished by the source, if in fact, the statement is accurate, much to Nietzsche’s dismay, an ad hominem is still a fallacy of logic. As for the former conclusion, if I am, in fact, still in the camp of Christian, it is unbeknownst to me. I am not a Christian because I do not believe in the basic assumptions that comprise the faith (I will be sure to outline those in a later post because most Christians seem to have misplaced them in their feverish search for a more acceptable faith). Regardless of my present bitterness towards or secret affection for Christianity, what I will lay out here are my observations of what has become of my past faith.
But back to the original question. Why do I care?I have searched myself thoroughly and have come to this conclusion; one that is best expressed as an analogy. It is like a Marine who could no longer serve in the Corps due to an serious injury, and who know comes in contact with past comrades only to find that the Corps has subverted its original purpose or contradicted its values, in short, she finds that it has gone against the very ideals and aims that first drew her to enlist. It is the same feeling I get when I pass the house I grew up in. The new owners have changed the exterior color and put gaudy lawn ornaments around its parameters. They replaced the old chain link fence with a campy picket fence you might find on a movie set. I long for the way it was but I can't ever return there--it is too costly. I feel that they should appreciate what they have been given and be good stewards. In the same way, Christians should be thankful for the faith they have received and not show it contempt by treating it like a hobby or club membership. A man who was God gave up His glory and was murdered for their salvation (according to their book). Does not such a sacrifice cry out for some deeper level of commitment, some genuine gratitude, some authentic attempt to identify with that sacrifice on the part of those whose very lives have benefited so much from it… because I can't save myself, I am compelled to save others.