Why I don’t go to “church”.
To make this completely straightforward, I actually “go” to a “church” nearly every Sunday, and play guitar (and occasionally sing…) for a Fourth and Fifth grade section of the childrens ministry. I do not, however, attend church services. The last time I did, it was on a whim after we got done playing for the childrens service, but that was about a year ago.
So, why don’t I go?
Because it makes me angry. Not for the reasons you’d think. I don’t get angry because of empty words being sung (full of heart, to be sure, but still… empty). I don’t get angry because the lights, the sound, or the graphics (the natural inclination of my generation is to enjoy them, as long as I don’t think about the cost). I don’t get angry at the message of self-betterment. I don’t get angry at the massive was of space and energy represented in “church” buildings.
No, I get angry at myself. I get angry because when I think through the things I mentioned in the last paragraph, I realize I’m a hypocrite.
I put out empty words.
I waste money.
I think towards the betterment of myself more than others.
I waste my own space (I have both a spare bedroom and a couch, I’ve never had anyone but friends stay in them). I am a terrible waste of energy, with my truck (the lease ends in a few months, then it’s gone), my plamsa tv, and the list goes on.
Socratic thought would remind me to better myself only for the betterment of others, I need to channel that more.
That’s all, no commenting required (though it is optional), you’re probably only going to say “Yeah, we all need to work on that.” Of course we do.
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