Hypocrisy runs rampant. We read headlines of pedophile priests and pastors, and – at least I – become sickened by the fact that so many “men (and women) of the cloth” could be so egregious in tending to the Lord’s flock.
I was saying to someone a few days ago: the Church is supposed to be the place where broken people come and find wholeness. However, so many of us come and become even more broken.
I think of the woman, several years ago, who greeted me on Sunday morning by asking: “do you belong here?” I consider the campus chaplains whose “schedules did not permit” them time to minister to me, as I battled the culture-shock and home-sickness I experienced during my freshman year of college. I could think of so many more instances, all leaving a bad taste in my mouth.
More and more, Church seems like a place where people go to be broken. Rather than sharing the revolutionary Jesus that came to upset the status quo, we seemingly welcome the moneychangers into the Temple – in Jesus’ Name.
What about you? What’s your story? What’s been your experience with Christian Hypocrisy?
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