Outraged
I am currently reading a novel that highlights the abuses of the Church in a particular moment of history. The story began with violent abuse of native people in New Mexico by sixteenth century Spanish conquerors. In itself war and subjugation of people is horrific enough. However, when destruction is justified by proclaiming it was done in the name of the Church so that the heathen might be converted, I am outraged.
Unfortunately, the Church’s mistreatment of people in the name of God is not a rare occurrence. Historically, we can point to the “Holy” wars in which Christians annihilated unbelievers. We can name those who were martyred by the Church for disagreeing with the ecclesial hierarchy. In our own country, we could list the Church’s sanctioning of slavery and the oppression of an entire people as God’s will. More pointedly, the abuses continue today in every local church on a smaller scale. Some egotistical pastors verbally and emotionally abuse parishioners to get their own way (which they proclaim is God’s way). Church members, in the name of God, spread nasty gossip about pastors and their families. Secret groups plot political moves that will push forth their agendas at the cost of broken trust. Harsh words are spoken to “misfits” whom forever feel banished from the community.
I am outraged at the Church for the damage it has done to me and to others. Then, I remind myself that I am the Church. I am part of this body of Christ. I, too, am at times insensitive to the needs of others. I, also, forge ahead with my own goals and priorities in the name of God that results in damaged souls. I cannot separate myself from the Spanish Conquistadors or the Christian slave owners. I have not killed or whipped the back of servants, but I have spoken harsh words and turned my back to those in need because I was too busy with “church” work to be bothered. I am outraged at the Church. I am outraged at myself.
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