Oh – That’s Right, Sunday is Hypocrite Day Out
* Disclaimer: This is a bit of a rant. I may or may not start to sound hypocritical myself. Or go off on a tangent. Or become a raving lunatic. This is an emotive issue for me which I just needed to purge from my mind and life. Please be aware this is not how I see every Christian or church attendee.
Yesterday, as I got out of my car and to go into the shopping center, I happened to walk past a family I once attended the same church as. I had a little giggle to myself as they busied themselves looking anywhere but at me, because, you know, they might catch evil if they made eye contact.
But, then, I got angry.
Not for me, so much as I was an angsty teen at that point and making friends or being friendly wasn’t my thing. I didn’t make ties with this family or the people I knew were up at Donut King waiting to meet them (as they shop in a group on a Sunday afternoon) and so, their rejection of myself doesn’t phase me. My anger comes from that place within me which strives to protect my family at all costs. My mum, dad and two youngest brothers did make ties and spent much more time with people who they thought were their friends.
And, this is why you will not find me in a church.
You may or may not know that I am, indeed, a Christian. I come from a long line of ministers – on both sides and I spent every Sunday of my childhood sitting in a congregation. But, as I’ve grown up I’ve some to realise that my beliefs are somewhat different to those I have attended church with. What I take from the Bible and the stories of Jesus make me question a lot of things my family and I have been through at the hands of other ‘Christians’.
Exclusion because I wasn’t a ‘fun’ teen; when I was, in fact, depressed. Being used, abused and run into the ground. Take advantage of. Gossiped about. And now, judged because of the end of my parent’s marriage.
Given that my parents are not the only couple who have split from there and I can’t help but wonder if they really think they have the right to judge us. Any or all of us. Does sitting in a building for a few hours every Sunday morning give you the right to pretend you don’t know someone you were once friends with. Do those hours absolve you of the previous week’s worth of judgement, intolerance, exclusion, narrow mindedness and so many other things that are the complete opposite of what is required of Christians?
That’s what really gets me. We are told to love everyone, accept and to help those who need it. Judgement is not for us to hand out and while it can be hard to not judge from time to time, it’s something so many people are working on. And yet, I have come across so many people in my church life that feel righteous in their judgement, they feel vindicated in their nastiness.They come to my door, wake my baby and lecture me about ‘the gays’.
I do not wonder for a moment why so many people are anti-religion.
You know, we were given free will, told to love and not judge. This is where I base my beliefs. Someone elses’s choices are theirs to make and not ours to change, judge or petition against. In my mind, love is absolutely love. I am pro gay marriage and while I understand others are not on religious grounds, it’s still not our place to stand in the way. Otherwise, what’s the point of having this free will stuff?
Intolerance is my top pet peeve and I have seen it most within the walls of God’s House.
As you can tell, this gets me a tad riled up.
Hurting my family, with your averted eyes and raised noses does not make you holier than thou. And the end of an unhappy marriage sometimes just has to be, for all involved. And when your friend is in a hard place, at the end of 20-something years marriage turning your back is not the Godly thing to do. Not ever. Even if you disagree with divorce.
And that’s my two cents. Rant over.