I go to church as a practice of irony. I don't believe in much,
certainly not a loving father deity. But I enjoy the commonness of it all. How
run of the mill it seems. And there isn't much else to do on a Sunday day
morning.
Whenever I find myself sinking
into my vaguely religious malaise, however, the deacon or priest starts talking
off the cuff, and I remember why I quit the church in the first place. I cannot
stand justifying marginalization of people; equally I cannot stand hyperbole of
one's own marginal status.
Here is the scale I go by:
If you can't get married,
vote, or adopt a child because of someone else's religious belief--you've got a
serious problem.
If you cannot get a job
because of the color of your skin--you've got a serious problem.
If you're mad because more
people don't think that your beliefs should dictate how my wife and I control
our reproduction--you need to go to Gaza, and gain some perspective on what
marginalization really is.
I had to fight rolling my
eyes as the deacon spoke of how, "Taking up the religious life" can
lead to being, "ostracized by the family." My question is this: In
what family does this happen?
Maybe it's just mine, but
getting decked out in Jesus never lost anyone friends or relatives. Being Gay
will, and has twice. Being an Atheist and later an Agnostic certainly gave me
no brownie points, and my dabbling in Buddhism has been met in mockery.
Maybe it never came up, but
being religious in a country still reeking in Judea-Christian tradition isn't
really grounds for this kind of treatment. Being a jerk about it is, just as it
is for everything else, and I think the herein the difference lies.
Just as we should be able to
respect our differences, we should be able to be friends or associates without
constant Evangelization or Anti-Evangelization. Have you been saved? or
announcing that I shouldn't buy my Quarter Pounder with Cheese on Good Friday
isn't how you make friends. It is how you pull yourself away.
Separation of person and
church is possible. Jesus can come to dinner. He doesn't have to be doing a tap
dance on my burrito. The fact is this: friends and family should know where to
stop. Everyday doesn't have to be conversion day, nor does it need to be mock
religion day.
That's all from Elliott in the
Pew and needing a Blue Moon Pumpkin Ale.
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