Church people, people who go to church but ain’t right. Yes, that is me.
I always hated church people, and I use the term hate loosely, I didn’t like them at all. I always felt church people were self righteous, judgemental and often times hateful. Church people talked about people like they were perfect. Church people loved looking down their nose at someone less fortunate.
Yes, I said all those things and some I can’t remember and I was not wrong. Nope, I was right the whole time and I still find myself sitting and worshipping right along side the Church People.
I bet you are asking, how could she let that happen? You would be right to ask that too, I often ask myself the same thing. Here is what happened.
One day as my life was falling to pieces; my marriage was in shambles, my child was acting a plumb fool, my mother, who was cross addicted to pain pills, alcohol, crack and many other things, health began to fail while she was living with me. One of my siblings was giving me the blues and I didn’t know if I was coming or going. At this period in my life I was invited to church. I said, uh huh, no way, I can’t stand Church people and this is not the time. Well I went anyway and guess what? Nothing happened at first but good music, kind people and a word that made me think about my situation. Well I went back again and again and it became a habit, but a good one. I started going to bible study and really listening to what the man of God had to say about me and what I needed to do. He rarely addressed the Church people and sometimes I would think he was tripping, they needed to know about themselves right? Wrong, I was there to learn about me, not them. I was prepared to be angry, mad and frustrated at the Church People but God kept me.
As the weeks went on I figured out that my relationship with God had nothing to do with the people around me and everything to do with what I wanted. God began to force me to deal with my issues, to see where I could learn and grow as a person. He began to heal the dark and ugly places in me, he began to shift my perceptions. My love for God caused me to be more open, more forgiving and more accepting of others. This did not happen over night nor over a year or two, it has been a twenty year journey. Yes, 20 years of church from a girl who refuses to go in a church for years.
I think the biggest thing I had to learn was that every single person that enters the sanctuary has admitted they have a problem and are there trying to find answers, solutions and healing. Those people have made a conscious decision to do better. They may not get it right, they may still have a million things that God needs to heal in them before he can begin to heal the gossiping and backbiting but trust me, if they keep showing up, they will be changed too.
“Try to be a little of this and a little of that. Even God’s followers will do some good things and some bad things.”
Ecclesiastes 7:18 ERV
I challenge you, don’t let people keep you from church. I know you don’t have to go to church to love God or have a relationship with him, but it sure helps. I am sure there is someone there who encourages you, loves on you who helps you when times get rough.
“We must not quit meeting together, as some are doing. No, we need to keep on encouraging each other. This becomes more and more important as you see the Day getting closer.”
Hebrews 10:25 ERV
I encourage you to live free, free yourself from what others think of you, think of your situation or whatever. Free yourself from the same thing you are mad at others about. Let it go.. live your life as you see fit and give the people something to talk about. It will free them from talking about somebody else.