Christian love?
Sunday, December 26, 2004
This poem resonates loudly. As airy fairy Christianity gets my goat quicker than anything. Where everyone thinks, life is okay and you can't possibly struggle because we have God. Yes, we have God, and we are blessed richly through it. But this life still has to be gotten through. And we are not insensible or don't feel.
not long ago, for ten weeks, I was mostly stuck in one room, and my days were spent throwing up, in unbearable pain, not able to sleep and not able to eat. And all but about six hours of that ten weeks, was spent alone. And I heard time and time again, Christian friends say, 'I'll pray for you" Sometimes, in the midst of agony, that can be like a red rag to a bull, but one you must never show. And with very few exceptions, most Christians either hold to a larger or smaller degree of airy fairy Christianity, or they don't know what true Christian love is. I thought this poem which a woman wrote (I don't know whom) and handed to a humanites organization says it all very nicely.
I was hungry, and you formed a humanities group to discuss my hunger,
I was imprisoned and you crept off quietly to your chapel and prayed for my release,
I was naked, and in your mind you debated the morality of my appearance,
I was sick, and you knelt and thanked God for your health.
I was homeless and you preached to me of the shelter of the love of God,
I was lonely, and you left me alone to pray for me,
You seemed so Holy, so close to God,
But, I am still very hungry, and lonely and cold.
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