It never ceases to amaze me how some people can purport to be Christian and yet be so rude, hateful and judgmental of others they know nothing about. Oddly enough they don’t realize it’s more of a sin to make fun of, judge and point out what they perceive to be others short coming than it is to be one’s own person, sporting one’s on style, living one’s own life each day as best one can without hatred or judgment toward others.
I find it woefully ignorant of these ‘so called’ Christians to take something like a pierced lip, a shirt made of safety pins, musical tastes, hairstyle, or who someone loves as a SIN unto a God they have so obviously squeezed to fit into (their tiny box of) how they perceive God.
Like J.B. Phillips wrote the year I was born, Your God is Too Small! God doesn’t condemn people for what they wear, who they love. God won’t sit behind someone they don’t know at a football game and later laugh with friends (in a public forum) gossip about how horrible that person looked, how awful it was to have to be subjected to someone based on what they looked like. I believe in an Almighty God, a HUGELY LOVING PARENT, not a small petty deity. How many parents would think this type of treatment was right? In my opinion, bullying is never right! Eliciting jeers from a crowd to make fun of and wish ill will towards a mother with her child enjoying a football game who is dressed less than you’d like or in a style you don’t like isn’t what MY GOD would want or do. That’s the equivalent of THROWING STONES, right there!, innit it?
So why the rant? Because I woke up this morning, got onto my Facebook to see my very own cousins (no, not blood cousins, but nonetheless, still cousins all our lives) doing this very thing I’ve described in form of a post. And though it may seem that I am judging them, I’m not. I’m not commenting on a shirt they wore, or a hairstyle, or even a lover/partner they hold dear. I am commenting on hate. On them taking time out of their day to throw stones and make a spectacle of a person based on what they’re wearing. And I don’t know what it says about me that these actions disturbed my day so deeply that even now at 4pm, some 19 hours later I am blogging about it.. I wish it meant my mother raised me better, but no she wasn’t in the picture long enough, so does it mean that I raised me better? I don’t know but I would like to think that one doesn’t need parents at all to just instinctively know that to love feels better than to hate. To love leaves a better energy, a more wholesome spiritual after-taste than what hate leaves behind. But really one doesn’t need to be a theological scholar to know that the most important thing Jesus ever taught was “Love Thy Neighbour”.
Love. Love. Love. It’s just so bloody simple.
Okay, so I’m done with my rant. My cousins will probably never read this, but really that’s OK. The anger and disgust I felt has healed with the writing of this. I do admit to feeling sorry for my cousins though, to interpret the words of Jesus in such a small way is sad.