- Apr 29, 2015
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+1Eruvande said:Wow. These threads are always so exhausting. Minasoliman as usual asks the compassionate questions. I will answer from my own experience. It helped to know what the church believes, as much as it stung. But I was never, never helped by angry denunciation, largely because I never believed those doing the denouncing actually gave a monkey's about me personally. It always seemed more about their own righteousness than lifting me out of my sin. But that is not to say that the compassionate and clear explanation of church teaching is, of itself, judgemental. It took a while, and lots of bad decisions on my part before I came to an understanding of that traditional teaching in such a way that meant I felt I could live a life congruent with Christianity. But that had to come from me, rather than externally imposed, iyswim. It helped enormously that I was blessed with good, kind Christian friends who didn't focus on one of my many sins to the exclusion of a)other sins I need as much help with and b)the fact that I am a whole human being.
I have attempted to word this post as carefully as possible to avoid offence and I apologise in advance if I have hurt anyone with my words, I just offer my experience as a constructive part of the conversation.
I like Mina's posts, too. There's so much pain in the world; we need more compassion like that.
I had other vices I was mired in, and I reacted the same way as you. I was hateful and spiteful to any who dared question or criticize what I was doing. I hated Christians anyway. It took someone genuinely caring about the person buried under the dung heap for me to have the ears to hear and eyes to see the truth of how stupid, crass, and dangerous I was being. And even when I was ready to confront Christianity again, was actually reading Scripture and seeking to understand, I resisted the people who during those months tried to pressure me into a conversion moment with "what if you died tomorrow" lines, but otherwise didn't have any sort of connection to me. I told them I wasn't ready to accept Christ yet and at least I'd go to Hell honest. Do I pretend to know how to interact with the many vices of our times that are popular and practically a cultural force? No. I have no clue--about much of anything, except how wretched I've been and am. But I know what I didn't appreciate, so I endeavor to at least avoid doing the same thing to someone else. If I can't help, I at least don't want to hurt. Often the only thing I'm in a position to do is pray.