The Blog Entry I Might Go to Hell For

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I've been a member of my church for a long time. I chose it as a 12-year-old after visiting there with a friend and getting swept up in the youth activities. I had ties there anyway - I went to preschool there, just as my son does now. A really crappy picture of a pig-tailed me hangs amongst the class pictures on the walls.

It's a big church - the kind you can slip in and out of on Sunday without much notice. I like that, just as I liked being heavily involved as a youth. As my son is getting older, we've been doing more activities as church members, and I like that too.

Methodist churches rotate pastors. You have the same guy (or occasional gal) for a few years and then someone new comes in. I've always hated that. I understand what they are going for, but no matter how you slice it, a pastor is a huge influence on a church. When you don't like your new pastor's methods, beliefs, or delivery, that's trouble.

I don't like the latest pastor.

I'm sure he's a nice guy, but we disagree on some things. I won't go into them here. I've not had a real conversation with him (which, you'll read soon, is part of the reason behind this entry), but some of the things he's said during the (admittedly few) church services I've attended and been able to pay attention to (you chase a toddler in a cry room and listen at the same time!) just really, really rubbed me the wrong way.

Nevermind that it must be written in some doctrine that Methodists are wealthy because the money requests just keep coming. Many sermons tie into giving, giving, giving, and mostly in a monetary sense. My husband came out laughing one day because the pastor said something about not needing big screen TVs and whatnot and giving money for those things to the church instead - and we watched his sermon on GIANT FLATSCREEN TVS IN THE CHURCH ITSELF.

But I digress. Today I am pissed because I realized that the pastor really doesn't give two rips about my lovely toddler daughter's health problems.

It started in a small way. Months ago I (and every other member I think) got a letter asking me if I still considered myself a member because they were purging their roster. NATURALLY there was also a donation letter and envelope included. I wrote on the letter that I still considered myself a member but that I had not been in attendance much since my daughter's birth because her health problems made it nearly impossible for me to attend church. I also told them that her medical expenses had placed quite a burden on us but that I would donate again when I could.

I heard nothing back and didn't expect to. It wasn't until a pastor friend of ours who was visiting from out of town and said, "Man, someone from the church should have called you and asked what they could do to help YOU," that I even thought about it. But really, it didn't bother me much.

Last week I got a postcard from the pastor saying that every year he went through the entire membership list and spent a week praying for each family and that this was our week. I wasn't sure really what he could say about us without actually having met us but I thought it was nice.

So today I went to church and afterward I saw the pastor in the lobby. He was having an extended conversation with someone - it sounded like a friendly discussion - so I waited to tell him "Thank you" for the prayer.

Apparently I wasn't standing close enough to him (didn't want to infringe) because he talked to someone else that he knew that came up after me, and was going to go on and talk to someone else before I kind of jumped in and said "Thank you." I told him that I'd gotten his postcard and that was nice. I also said that my daughter, who I was holding at the time, had some health problems so the extra prayer was good.

His rushed-but-smiling response was "Oh, well, then it came at the right time. No problem."

Off to the other people milling about.

It took me a minute to realize that I had waited as long as I did for two sentences of his time. And then it hit me - how can you not even ask what health problems plague a beautiful, blue-eyed girl who is sitting right in front of you? How can you at least not ask how she is doing now? How can you not take a moment to marvel at her pale skin, her soft cheeks, her sweet flipped-up hair...

I know how. He didn't give a rat's ass.

I'm not someone who gives lots of money to the church. I'm not at many events. I don't matter. And neither does my suffering little girl, who has spent the last few days vomiting from a hidden allergen (who knew that the BRAND of canola oil would matter?) and who now has a rash which is probably from a new medicine pushed on us from an insurance company that didn't want to foot the bill for the old one.

I suppose he was in a bit of a hurry, between services and all. But really, it looked like he just wanted to talk to the people he knew and liked.

Maybe I'm just wrong about what church is supposed to be. I thought churches were supposed to support people and help them when they were down, even if those people weren't big givers of time or money. Heck, I thought churches even went out of their way to show Christian love and support to non-members, even non Christians (GASP!). And they do, you know, go to far-flung countries and build churches, and do other various exotic, charitable things.

But for your garden-variety members... Well I guess that isn't very exciting, is it?

I guess I'm supposed to not expect anything from a church that I have supported in varying degrees over the years. Sometimes I've attended (and donated, natch) every Sunday, and sometimes I've gone a year without attending three times (the first year of the baby's life, for example). Many times I went to dog shows (which mostly occur only on weekends) instead of church. I get more out of praying by myself then I ever do sitting and listening to someone talk for an hour (although I do love singing hymns).

The funny thing is, I HAVEN'T expected anything out of the ordinary. I've asked for prayers, but never money, nor help, nor support of any other kind. I have a good support system of my own, although I'm not foolish enough to think that you could ever have too many friends or supporters. I just expected some care and concern.

I was brought to tears earlier in the service as we prayed and I watched my daughter happily playing with the envelopes and pencils in the church pew. Burdened by allergies more significant than most people can even imagine, there she stood, smiling and quietly babbling. Children are far more resiliant than we are. And so brave, and positive.

Too bad that pastor will never learn the lessons my lovely little one has to teach him. Life - and church - is about more than surface relationships with people who show up a lot and give you money. At least, it is to me.

Disclaimer: Perhaps the pastor was just having a bad day. I don't care.

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spookyyank's picture

I don't care either, Brenna

And, I doubt this will have you in Hell. There is something "lost" there and you're right to feel that way. It is so sad when clergy forget why they were called and instead, look at their positions as some sort of popularity contest. At the Synagogue we rarely get to attend, the Rabbi is so wonderful and she makes a real point of letting you know she sees YOU. Not a walking donation. For that I fell pretty lucky. Hell, she even encourages baby-bad to run around during services! And, I know ALL about trying to listen and fuss with a little one in that crying room!

It sounds like your Pastor is more interested in the favor he's gaining from certain parishoners and that's sad.

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You know, I feel guilty...

Because I know I don't know the whole picture. Maybe he gives tirelessly of himself day in and day out and this was one bad moment. But from my other impressions, I don't think so, and regardless, I feel like I have the right to feel like I feel (that was an OUTSTANDING sentence). And I don't really think I'll go to Hell for it :) but I do feel some layer of guilt for calling out a "Man of God." Honestly, I rarely call out anyone. I'm big into "benefit of the doubt." But this time I just can't give it. Much, anyway.

One of the things that bothers me about him is that he once preached about how he felt passionate about purging the church's roster of people who hadn't attended in a while. That's just so elitist and anti-Christian to me. Isn't the church supposed to be there, waiting with open arms, for anyone who chooses to turn to them? Rather than pushing out those who've not been around for who-knows-what reason? It's just so unloving...

I've heard from the pastor-friend that the church has to pay to the higher ups dues based on membership, so, once again, it comes back down to money. It's obviously a problem from the top down.

I expect that I'll find another church when my kids are done with preschool there (members get preferential treatment in the admissions process, and it's usually hard to get into). Who knows, though, maybe things will be different then. And if my kids are happy with their Sunday School experiences, then perhaps I'll stay. I know what my beliefs are - I don't want to disrupt their own development of theirs, and I know that (at least in the past) the youth experience at the church is excellent.

Sigh.

Interestingly enough, I considered for a moment not alerting the people I normally email to let them know I've written a new blog entry. But then I realized that, if nothing else, I'm a person of integrity, and I'm not chicken-shit, so I'll take my lumps from this just like everything else. Sometimes I make life hard for myself. Principles and all... Bah! :)

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I think we've all had bad experiences

When I was a kid, I took it upon myself to go to church every Sunday. I walked to and from, even though it was just over a mile away! If memory serves, it was right around the 4th grade.

Well, one Sunday, I got my brother to come with me and after service's it had become really hot outside. I told my brother we'd call home for a ride and went to the Priest. He lead us to the back office to use the phone and on the way asked why our parents weren't with us. Hey, I was a kid! I had no idea *why* my parents didn't attend church! I just knew they didn't! So, for all my trouble - walking to church rain or shine - attending a service I *tried* to get something out of but rarely did - I got yelled and screamed at by this Priest because my parents weren't there, too! The man actually made me cry.

My mother was furious, and even though she certainly didn't make me go to church, when I was too scared to go back, she got even madder! The following Sunday, she went with me. After the service we approached a very different Priest and asked about the "regular" one. He was out sick. So, my mother explained what had happened and the sub. Priest got pretty upset, saying that I should have been praised for attending even though the rest of my family didn't. He was so kind and made me feel so much better! I have never forgotten him and always held him as the ideal. The sad thing, though, is that is the *last* time I encountered such a Priest. Otherwise, it's been Catholic Nuns who've I've found to have that kind of kindness!

There really does seem to be something missing from the clergy anymore. I think it's due to it being a *job* now, instead of a *calling*.

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My goodness!!

That's just awful...

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The norm for these religious fundamentalist Extremists’

If you watch any of the mega churches they are Cash Machines. They have become the ATM's for the Faithless power/hate monger of our time. I have no use for them or their nasty tactics. I do hope your child gets past this problem. Many grow out of these things.

I am always amazed at organizations such as the AFA (American Family Association) more like the religious whack jobs!!!! Family my ass.... I don't know about most peoples families but all of them I am aware of have members who are Not "straight" or Have been divorced or have had multiple sexual encounters.... I don't think the word of god should be used as a weapon against those who are different than they perceive themselves to be. Mr. Haggard of "new life church" thought it ok to preach his hate against the very community where he found his pleasure. Isn't that par for the course?

These preachers love to pick on the Gay and Lesbian community and yet they have been divorced, having sexual relations with the choir boys and hiding babies in the church walls.

Totally NOT what I expect from someone representing god. Where is the love? Where is the caring for the hungry, the sick, and the downtrodden?????

NOT IN THE CHURCHES OF TODAY!!!! GOT CASH?????

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It's so sad

It's so sad that this is the reputation that churches have. I really think most of the people are in it for the good...

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IntricateGirl's picture

I'm gonna go off here, so beware.

I grew up as the daughter of a church secretary. When I was homeschooled, both of my parents were employed. So, my mom took me to church and that's where I did my lessons. I got a really intimate view of how preachers act when they aren't standing in front of a congregation. And it's because of those experiences that I will never set foot in a church again, except for weddings and funerals. I'd rather keep company with Satanists, because at least they aren't bullshitting you about how evil they are! And I'll go one step beyond that and right into blasphemy... If I am to be condemned to hell because I speak out against the lack of humanity I saw in church, then I welcome it. If those are the kind of representatives that God approves of, He can keep Paradise.

I condemn and damn preachers of this sort. If you want money, go to Wall Street. If you want power, run for office (I have to at least give Huckabee credit for that). If you want to counsel people, become a lawyer or a psychiatrist. But it seems that nobody wants to be a minister or a representative of God.

Wow, thanks!!

Thanks, Intricate Girl, for your insider point of view.

I really believe that there are preachers and churches who are not this way. My husband's close friend, for example, is a good and kind person. But perhaps it's the "business" aspect that just messes the whole thing up. It's like churches are selling themselves and their services, and with that comes all the negatives - and non-Christian aspects - of such a business.

Maybe I need to find a small church that meets it's monetary needs through bake sales and the unasked for generosities of it's members. Is there such a thing?

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I believe there are good

I believe there are good ones too. I also think that being a good minister is not necessarily tied to a church or religious organization, but a condition that resides within that individual person. That being said, I don't believe that it's impossible to find within a church, but often, the business of church does get in the way of the work that they are supposed to do.

Pastors

I have been a Methodist all my life. I even worked summers as the church secretary when I was in college, so I too, have seen the good, the bad, and the ugly in terms of pastors. Your pastor sounds like a money hungry poop. I would be unhappy if I had the same thing happen to me. My parents, through their example, taught me that you just need to hold fast to what you know is right for you, regardless of the pastor. Pastors come and go, as you stated, in the Methodist church. . .the way my dad dealt with it was to volunteer to be on the Staff/Parish relations committee, and move the bad pastors out more quickly. Hang in there.

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"...handing tickets out for God..."

It's not just a line from a song anymore and they don't just hand them out, they sell them. I grew up in the Methodist church and was very active in their youth groups in CA and then in TN. I loved those groups. But I got my first taste of the church "business" when, at age 12, all the kids were scheduled for a meeting with the Associate Pastor so that they could become full-fledged members of the church. And in that meeting with the Assoc. Pastor we didn't talk about what the church meant to me, what it could mean to me, what I could mean to the church, etc.; none of the countless things that you would expect a spiritual leader to talk about. Instead we talked about tithing and ways that I could earn enough money to give to the church. Seriously, I walked out of that meeting almost in a panic because I had no idea how I was going to earn enough money to pay for my right to attend that church and I honestly expected someone to turn me away from those group meetings when I didn't come up with the money. I spent the next 4 years feeling guilty about continuing to attend those youth groups because I didn't always have money to give to the church. I felt like I was stealing.

Now, nevermind that I attended that meeting in frayed and faded hand-me-downs that were 20 years out of style and that I had clearly visible bruises all over my arms and legs from one of my father's beatings - and those bruises were clearly in the shape of the belt that he used on me. Nevermind that I was hoping that finally an adult would look at me closely enough to see what was happening to me and do something. I don't think he paid the slightest bit of attention to me - just called me by the name on his appointment schedule and then went on with his prepared pitch. Let's just focus on the fact that, at 12 years old, I was told, point blank, that my spiritual life came down to dollars and cents. Apparently the bible was wrong, Jesus only loved me as long as I gave him money.

I'm so sorry that you have been slighted and ignored by the church that should have been helping you. The members of your congregation should have been in constant contact with you, sending over food when you were too exhausted to cook, helping with babysitting so you could get a few hours of sleep (much less personal time), offering help with everything from medical advice to help on cutting through red-tape with your insurance company. And yes, above all, glorying in your beautiful daughter with you. That's what churches do - don't they?

But then, in my opinion, true churches are the exception, not the rule, in this day and age. True churches that rely on bake sales and freely given contributions, whose members look out for each other, help when help is needed even without being asked, and teach the love and compassion and hope that religion is supposed to bring to your life - are those just a myth?

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This is just so sad :(

Thanks for sharing your experience. My heart breaks for a 12-year-old you.

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Oh geez, Brenna, PW reminds me

of yet another "church tale"! My best friend growing up was the one who lived in Big Spring and helped us get there after the hurricane. When she and her husband were still living in California (right around the area I'm in right now!) they attended a GREAT church.

When he was fighting in Iraq, the church would often - almost on a weekly bases - bring by groceries to help her and her two kids who were struggling alone. They never asked for help, this is just what the church did.

When he came home from the war, he was asked by the church pastor to do renovations on his house. He had his own business as a contractor. He said ok and even let them have it at a deep discount. The poastor happily agreed and was very much ok that he could only do the work in his spare time.

Ya, well here's the things I left out for this little story. All those groceries, all the nice little things they did, all without being asked because it was the Christian thing to do; well, it turned out that the church expected to be REPAID once he got home from the war! NOT that they help out another family in need as they'd been helped. Not something reasonable like that. Nope, the church wanted cold, hard CASH for something they claimed was Christian their duty. And, this bomb was dropped on them as if they'd been begging in the street!

The work on the pastor's house??? Well, he suddenly decided that the work needed to be done on a time limit - something he'd agreed not to have - so that he could hold an event at his home. Instead of holding up his end of the agreement, he SUED them!!!! Yep, he sued the man who'd volunteered his time and effort! Time he could have been spending with his family who he'd been away from for over two years!

I *do* believe that there are good churches, that there are good Priests and Pastors out there. The problem is that they are so much harder to find than they used to be.

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Three stories. 1) When my

Three stories.

1) When my mom was a secretary, she was told that if she notices someone who is shabbily dressed coming in the direction of the church, she is to run to the door, lock it, and turn the lights off. That way, they can't ask for help. If they somehow mande it through, she was to tell them that we had just made a large donation to the local homeless shelter, and they should try there. Needless to say, such a donation was never made. Meanwhile, the pastor routinely helped himself to anything he wanted in the food pantry (for his entire family), and when the supplies got low, they would have a big food drive to "feed the homeless". The rest of the food was used for the semi-annual dinners that they had. Oh, and those dinners?? They charged an entrance fee to pay for food. After all, they had given away so much to the homeless. *rolling eyes*

2) When my dad died, the local mega-church didn't send out the pastor, but a deacon. The pastor never called or wrote. The deacon told us what a great addition my dad was to the church, and how he remembered visiting with him at church and at home. He talked about the long discussions they had, and how he knew my dad was a righteous man, because he could always be found at church on Sunday morning. At the funeral, he held an altar call, telling people how he knew that my dad would want them to join their church. It was as if he could win a raffle if he got enough people to join as members.

My dad hadn't been to church once in probably 20 years. Nor had anyone from the church ever visited their home.

3) When I was in high school, we attended a mega-church that would put many to shame. The pastor had previously been a President for the Southern Baptist Convention. About 9 out of every 10 sermons had nothing Biblical. I can tell you exactly what he had to say about specific movies, tv shows, and singers. I don't know what he thought about Jesus and the Bible. Furthermore, every time he ranted about a movie, he would remind us that his newest book was available in the church bookstore. Cash only, but that's okay. There was an ATM in the bookstore, and the store are open all day Sunday for your convenience. He was too busy working for his own glory to give any to God.

Good ministers exist. My best friend is a school chaplain, and she is dealing with kids who have been abandoned, abused, neglected, or who are just struggling. For years, I watched as the church system shut her out for one insignificant reason or another. But now, she's finally outside of the bureaucracy of an organized church denomination, and she's able to actually help people.

Wow, you guys

I'm overwhelmed by your comments. NOW I FINALLY understand the bias people have against organized religion. It's sad and depressing. Not your comments - those are fascinating. But the state of affairs, THAT'S just amazingly sad.

Thank you all for sharing. I'm impressed also by the fact that even though some of you have had just horrid experiences, you've pretty much kept the ability to see that all churches aren't bad, and in particular that Christianity isn't always bad. Kudos to all of you for participating in a fascinating, civil, and fair discussion.

This is not the response I thought I'd get after writing this post. I'm really amazed that negative experiences are so widespread.

Thanks again and please continue to share if you feel so inclined.

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Brenna I am sorry you are going through this!

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This would be one of many reasons why church is not my thing. I too have seen some messed up things, it's too hypocritical for me.

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It's funny, when I wrote this I thought I was having an isolated experience. Now, not so much. And for once, having people sharing the same experience is not comforting. :(

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