Christians are Assholes
Christians are assholes. Christians are hypocrites. Christians are know it all’s. Christians are bigots.
Those are just a few of the many things us Christians supposedly are.
Even though I grew up as a music ministers daughter in a Baptist church, I am not the most religion person as some of you that have read some of my other blogs already know. I do have flaws, I do sin, and I do swear… a lot!
From the time I could remember we attended church every Sunday morning and night as well on Wednesday nights. We all loved going to church. Our pastor and his family was a not only a part of our church family but were a part of our outside family.
I remember seeing church as a safe place. I remember playing Power Rangers in the pews while our Preacher would Preach (I was yellow cause she is the shit). I remember going to the kitchen after they would serve the Blood of God (Grape Juice) and my church Grandpa, as I called him, would let me drink all the rest of the cups of “wine”. I though it was the coolest thing ever! I remember the day I went and asked our Pastor to baptize me. I remember all the ugly cries I would cry when my dad would sing those certain songs.
As I got older I started to dread those Sunday mornings and more so those Sunday nights. Wednesday weren’t so bad because I at least got to be with my friends.
I didn’t dread church because I didn’t believe what I was being taught. There were many different reasons. As a young teenager those early mornings would just suck, I used to like my sleep and of course I would have rather been with my friends. As an older teen til now I dreaded and still do those judgmental people who are supposedly Christians.
My later teen years I started realizing that you will find the most judgmental people sitting right next to you with their hand raised praising Jesus. But what Carol don’t realize is we all see you whispering to Betty during the “welcoming” time. (Carol and Betty are not real people lol. Those were just the names that popped in my head.)
Those “Christians” is why we are labeled as assholes, hypocrites, bigots, etc.
My family and I was always supposed to be the perfect family. We were the supposed to be the family who did no wrong because my dad was the Music Minister. But isn’t that why we go to church? Because we are all imperfect and we all have something to confess for…?
What those ladies and men don’t realize is those snarky remarks and cold stares are part of the reason why we have unbelievers. Why they walked into church for the first time and never went back. Why they believe all Christians are judgmental and hateful. Why those who left because of them may unfortunately be told the unthinkable on judgement day.
My husband was one of those “judged” people. He was judged by the tattoos on his arms and the tongue ring in his mouth. Because of those “Christians” he never will step a foot back into a church.
My family and I, even though my dad was a leader in the church, was judged. Except sadly the people who judged weren’t so secret about it. They would hug us, ask how we were and then run to the listening ear and say what they heard. My mom is an open book. If you ask her how things are she will tell you exactly how they are whether they are good or bad. This is one of the things I love about my mom but unfortunately so did the gossipers at church. My mom has struggled with Bi-Polar for a long time which causes her to have bad days. Some of those bad days causes her to be extremely tired. It can hit her out of the blue. This has happened a few times at church, and lord did those ladies flock to it like it was a Starbucks, not for support but for ammo.
I have yet to step foot back into a church since this has happened. Not because I do not believe in God. I still Pray, I still believe judgement day is coming, and I still hope to walk those stairs. I have not went back because I haven’t wanted to give a church another chance to judge me or my family.
You are taught to “come as you are” to church but unfortunately at a lot of churches that is not necessarily the truth. You have to “come as you are” as long as it is dressed nice, speaking correctly, do not smoke, don’t sin, you are not gay, don’t have any other beliefs, and do not disagree with anything the church says.
If I could go to the church of my dreams, it would be a church full of believers and non-believers who just want to hear the Word of God or learn about the Word of God. It would be people with tattoos from head to toe, people who swear, people who dress to impress or people who dress like they couldn’t give two shits what you think, people that LOVE others and I mean truly love not you love them because you feel you have too but a true church family, people that welcome different and change, people that allow kids to be kids and babies to be babies. I know some of you will say this is impossible cause some of these things are sins, but like I said this is a church of my dreams.
So the moral of this blog is to reach those “Christians” in hopes they will change their ways or at least hide it a little better so that us Christians who knows we are flawed and knows nobody is perfect and knows that it’s okay to not have the same beliefs and don’t shun those who don’t believe or don’t shun those who don’t have that typical “going to church” look but embrace those and love the difference in one another.
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