Religious Bigots, Hypocrites, and Wiccans Disguised as Good Christians
Copyrighted by Lorna Tedder. Originally published in Third Degree of Contrast.
Grrrr. Iâ€™m still highly offended.
Out of Â deference Â to Â my Â childrenâ€”and Â the Â several times this Â has happenedâ€”Iâ€™ll Â keep Â it Â vague, Â but Â I am righteously pissed off. Not that you read my journal. That would require you to actually Â explore my Â beliefs Â rather than violating your own holy book by judging me outright. And whereâ€™s the fun in that?
You might Â discover Â that Â I Â was Â a Â Christian Â for Â 35 years, Â Southern Baptist, dedicated to God before I was born…and how I follow Â through on that is between me and Him, not you. Or that I can quote Â the Bible better than you can, as if that matters. Or teach you something about Biblical Â history. Â Or Â play Â the Â pipe Â organÂ in your church with a Â hand on each keyboard and both feet on the scale on the floor pedals, with a 16-foot bourdon and a 2.5-foot flute playing on one manual an Â octave higher than written and full open diapasons at 32, 16, 8, 4, and 2 feet, Â whether Â it Â be Â prelude, Â offertory, Â or Â benediction, praise be and hallelujah! Â You might find that I really do believe in Jesus and angels and prayer and miracles, too, and that the same God I worshipped as a Christian is the same one I worship now, just with a little different name and a lot Â better understanding. Â But thatÂ would Â require you to actually seek the truth rather than spout platitudes about seeking the truth.
(By the way, God said to tell you that if Heâ€™s okay with me calling myself Wiccan, then why is it a problem to you? And then He said Â something Â about a beam in your eye? I dunno. He said youâ€™d know what He was talking about and I shouldnâ€™t worry about it, so letâ€™s consider that message delivered and move on.)
But back to you….
Apparently itâ€™s okay to push your religion on my children when Iâ€™ve never discussed mine with yours. In fact, I believe Â Iâ€™ve Â said Â half Â a Â dozen Â words Â to your Â kids and most Â of Â those Â were Â either Â â€œHi,â€ Â â€œHello,â€ Â or Â â€œHey.â€ Â I donâ€™t recall anything about â€œHail, Child of Satanâ€ while I was reminding your kid not to put dirty feet on the furniture, though I might have been sorely tempted.
Itâ€™s also okay, apparently, for you to be a bad influence on my Â children. Even by Christian standards. Personally, I donâ€™t want them Â anywhereÂ near you, but Iâ€™m broadminded enough to let them explore the world they live in and make their own decisions.
Yet, here I sit…not out there drinking it up or drugging it up or smoking it up or sexing it up…and yet Iâ€™m the one whoâ€™s evil, whoâ€™s deemed a bad influence on you and yours.
I am sick and tired of people observing Â my morals and my actions and then telling me what a â€œgood Christian womanâ€ I am, only to discover that I believe in God in a little different way than they do. And then Iâ€™m evil. A bad influence. A danger to a family thatâ€™s already brimming with a whole laundry list of sins that Iâ€™m not having the fun of participating in, darn you. Pass some of those sex, drugs, and rock-n-roll this-a-way, will ya?
But go ahead, pass your judgment, traipse back to the Baptist Â Church, Â and be all sanctimonious. Â Stay Â far, far away from my â€œevilâ€ Â family. Please. No, really. No kidding. Please stay far away. Because Â I Â really do not want your way of living influencing my children.