WOW! I just “heard” a conversation . . . okay, read it on Facebook, which I found so disturbing. Sadly, as I say this I realize that we could all be convicted of the same thing at some point or points in life. Perhaps that is the reason it troubled me so.
Someone had stated an opinion on a comment made by a political candidate. The individual was clearly not a fan and the comments made by others in response were, all but one, equally opposed and eager to be critical on the candidate. I must say that not one person mentioned issues or policies, and all used only vague statements like “idiot” and “stupid” and worse. Then there was one comment that in my mind and heart was set apart from the rest.
This person quickly stated that said candidate “goes to church every Sunday” spent the rest of a very long comment SCREAMING at all who might read it about “I bet YOU don’t go to church at ALL. Well I always do and anyone who does knows that I’M RIGHT WHEN I SAY” and on he went raving and accusing and judging. Wow. There was no expression of faith. There was not one actual fact stated. His comment was rudely expressed assumptions and opinions based on those assumptions.
Consider for a moment that, as impossible as it is, he actually knew who did or did not attend church on Sundays. Relevance? Consider as well that, since our faith regardless of denomination or religion, does compel us to reflect it in all we do and draw others to faith. Being a Christian, I have to ask, which is more likely to draw others to faith, how much piety I show in a church pew or in the grocery store, the parking lot, the highway as you speed by me, cut me off . . . Does my behavior when I knew I’m being watched convince you to change? Does my behavior when I think nobody’s looking reflect the same?
Anyone can behave well in church, but if we simply define church as a building in which we sit on a regular basis, we’re missing something. The church is US. I can quote Jesus, mention something I read in Paul’s letter to Romans . . . but if I put the Bible down, leave the room and chew you out for rushing to the checkout counter ahead of me in line . . . curse you out to “keep that kid quiet” or pitch a fit because you worked a few minutes late and “I slaved over this dinner!” and more . . . are you likely to want to learn more about this faith that I’m trying to get you to believe in? I don’t think so.