January 18, 2004
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Okay, so I’m at church this morning and we hear the Gospel according to Luke (that’s SAINT Luke, me hearties, not Luke Skywalker, for those of you who might get them confused
). It’s the story of the ten lepers cleansed by Jesus Christ, only one of whom returned to give up his thanks to the Almighty for curing him. It’s pretty obvious what this Gospel means for us: to be the one stand-out amongst the many people who don’t give daily thanks for what they have, even if it’s something they’re endowed with in everyday life. Hell, life itself – what more is there to give our thanks for? Long have I strove to live up to that lesson, and I’ll grant you, it’s not always easy. Not exactly a cinch to remember it on an hour-by-hour basis. However, I just hope and pray that everybody else in that parish is taking as much heed, and I’ll tell you why.
Every single Sunday, it’s the same thing: everybody and his uncle comes crowding up to me wanting to know how my mom is doing. It’s like, folks, there are OTHER PEOPLE on this planet besides my mother!
They don’t even ask after me or my dad or my sister – just my mom. Every Sunday. Without fail. And then on the rare occasions when she comes to church with me, none of them ever say a word to her. What’s the chance that they’d start talking to her again if she started coming to church there regularly again? I fear it’s almost nil. Speaking of being grateful for things, they should be grateful she comes back there at all, and God forbid they should go over and ask her face-to-face how she’s doin when she shows up. So here’s what I’m going to do: I’m not going to answer anymore. The words “How’s your mother” will fall eternally on deaf ears. Better yet, if my mom joins me at church some time, I can just say in the future, “She was here last week, why didn’t you ask her then?”
Mwahahaha.
Don’t get me wrong, I love the Orthodox Church, but some of the parishioners are such self-centered moneybags that you can barely define them as true Christians. Sad, isn’t it? That anybody can turn their backs on their faith for the sake of politics, and holding their fortunes over the head of the parish, amongst other reasons? It’s disheartening. Let me go pray now that no more of my acquaintances from camp will ever fall into that dark little neck of the woods.
Comments (3)
( this is yalanme) its sad, but it happens, huh? It happened sooo much at my last church I had to stop attending. the gossip ( the women are the worst, of which I’m sure you’re aware ) , and the nagging, and the fakeness of it all just got to me. there were too many people not caring, too many acted the way you say those parishners do, I just couldn’t take it. Its not worth sacraficing your worship with God, dealing with people like that, so we found another church. I hope things work out for you, and even though I know you don’t want to hear it, it sounds like your mom is ill, if so, I hope shes gets better as well. bye!
~Mégan~
Sometimes the people like that just seem to take over the church.
how do u figure yourself a true Christian with all the hatred in your posts?