The parents who consistently are discouraged by their church…
The guy’s sitting across the cafe debating about why Muslim’s are hated and American’s love Israel…
“Men” cheating on their significant other, but calling it ‘fair game’…
Racism.
Politician’s.
Hatred.
Bitterness.
Crime.
Hopeless.
Sorrow.
Irritation.
Anger.
Broken.
Broken.
Broken.
I actually worked today, yes, on a Saturday. In my hometown, in the morning, just to catch the vibe and buzz all around the store and the community. It wasn’t much later that my parents would come into the store, get breakfast for the first time ever, and then unleashed a warpath of irritation, uncomfortable, inconclusive, convicting, heartbreaking thoughts of the church that they’re currently in.
Money, money, money; that’s all I heard. A group wants to spend, a group wants to keep it [or as I call...hoarding], and just listening to this furious, frustration of all things capital inside of what is God’s building, God’s people, God’s money [that He doesn't even need]; was just upsetting. Hearing that a patron of the church came out and said that he will not tithe because he wants his money used, not just stored away.
I’m sick of dealing with that on my own shoulders. I’m tired of spending hours in my house, pacing around, contemplating solutions, ideas, incentives with the thought that perhaps people could be adjusted. After all, it took some rather radical things in my own life in order for me to become more adjusted to God’s will over my own, why not an entire church?
Why are we even having to worry about this in a church, in churches? It’s so incredibly frustrating to know that the money going into the plate [that I also learned is kept track of so that they may be counted as tax deductions for the people tithing], is being bickered over and how to spend it, or if it should be spent, and in the end…not a dime is going to His glory, our greed, our wealth overcomes our desire of Him, and their [the world] blood will be on our hands.
Broken.
Politics and religion, two things that were never to be discussed at the dinner table [if you were a good Baptist at least]; in front of me though, in the middle of nowhere in the Midwest, I see this clean cut ‘Christian’ kid with his cute necklace and latte in hand [go ahead, cast a stone]; debating on why interactions with the Middle East is at the fault of American’s, and Muslim’s have created their own delima’s, in front of two Christian’s. It’s not even a discussing, there isn’t even the concept of love that Christ would demonstrate, being illustrated; nope, politics, politics, politics.
Thank you for further demonstrating the stereotype that Christian’s are bent on arguing, lighting of the Bic lighter under your nose while yelling, “Turn or burn sinner!”, and walking out the door, hopeful of placing more notches along your Bible.
Broken.
Finally, personally, the most frustrating at all. Seeing the interaction of individuals who are in ‘Godly relationships’ [a term used so loosely, it may be better to not even use], and to watch them interact with individuals of the opposite gender while their other is oblivious to the surroundings of what is taking place.
It’s all in good fun, right? At least one of them has no ‘incorrect’ intentions, but what about the other? Why does the other in the couple not familiar with the transactions of words and interactions?
Wait…why do I even care? Is it because for people that profess their belief so strongly, I’m seeing something different [please, pull the 'don't judge' card on me], or is it because personally I have enough experience in this department that I’m sick and tired of people throwing around the concept of what ‘love’ is, especially Christian’s, like a rag doll?
Broken.
I expect many who read this to be irritated, upset, and rather condemning of the terminology, looseness of lack luster logical expressions, and overall hard overtones of this page.
That’s fine. Hate mail adding up? Bring it, because I tell you this:
If your heart hurt this much to, you’d be broken as well.
-D-
