I remember attending a predominantly white church one week as a high school student. This was a rare event. As Fannie Lou Hamer is credited with saying, the most segregated place on earth is America on Sunday morning. While sitting in a completely routine Sunday school class at this particular church, the teacher began talking about how to get the most out of a Roth IRA. Pause.
You may have noticed lately that I’ve been “going in”‘ on the American church. Since evangelicals are the largest Protestant group in America, I’ve particularly taken aim at them. I’ve highlighted its indifference to human suffering, racist roots that helped foster that indifference and questioned how the evangelical church can act this way when it claims to be lead by and filled with the Holy Spirit. So why am I doing all of this?
When you see a church completely indifferent to human suffering, it’s disturbing. When that indifference seems to be so deeply rooted in racism, a completely separate set of concerns must be raised. I am left to wonder, given how deeply the evangelical church claims to be under the influence of the Holy Spirit, whether they truly have encountered the same Holy Spirit their Bible speaks of.
When we left off last time, the conversation was around the evangelical church’s indifference toward pressing issues and real life suffering. At this point it’s worth examining why that is. Why are they so silent on anything that matters? Why do their preachers offer their flock a theology that allows them to avoid the critical matters of life, ignoring the problems afflicting the population on a day to day basis? Well, if you’re curious about how a tree came to exist, it’s worth studying the roots.
I’ll return to my thoughts on the church and its failures next week. For now, I’d like to approach a subject very personal to me and extremely hard to talk about: the one that got away. Yes, it’s a woman. These are my confessions.
For some reason I always prided myself on the fact that I had never been in love. Odd, I know. There was something comforting to me about the fact that no woman ever conquered my soul, rendering me weak and powerless to fight her grip on my heart. The truth of the matter is I’m wondering whether that is still true. Once upon a time, I met a woman who changed my life…a lot. Deep down, I wrestle within, wondering whether or not I was truly in love with her.
My last post talked about the hypocrisy and bigotry of the evangelical church. From there, I think it’s appropriate to deal with how the evangelical church’s thinking and actions really impact our society as a whole. Evangelicals make up 26% of our adult population. That’s a significant percentage therefore they must bear some responsibility for the condition of our country- whether good or bad.
There is a long history in the U.S of masking crimes, hatred and atrocities with a thin veil of Christianity. That tradition goes all the way back to eradicating an indigenous population and “Manifest Destiny,” in the name of God. I could go on, the record is replete. The evangelical movement is but the latest cloak for evil. Despite all the talk of God, faith and values, the subtle (and not so subtle) machinery of white supremacy and bigotry is evident in the movement, nationally.
If honest, some black people find it difficult to fully embrace all the national holidays the country holds so dear. Memorial Day, however, stands as a shining exception. It is an example of how the darkest of human sentiments and bitter realities can be redeemed by the souls of black folk.
By age 30, 81% of white women will marry. For Asians and Hispanics, the number is 77%. For African-American women, the number is only 52%. The truth of the matter is, marriage is down across all races. While in the 1960’s 80% of 25-34 year olds were married, today only 45% are. Typically the reasons given are economic. The fact is, people who lack a car or financial assets are far less likely to enter into a first marriage.
Dating was much simpler around the age of 18 or 20. If the girl was cute and she thought you were okay, you dated. Now that I’m knocking on 30, things have changed. People ask questions now. People ask lots of questions and they ask them early; as in, the first five minutes early. While I do understand people aren’t into wasting time at this age and that biological clocks are ticking, I must still graciously tell you, ladies, there’s just some stuff that I don’t appreciate.