My family, in particular.
I love my mother, sister, and aunts. I do. What I don't like is their attitude that they're better than me because they go to a specific church. The same church that I was abused in, and that my dad's siblings--who lied for him and covered for him, despite him abusing their kids, too--still go to.
I've been told that I'm a bad Christian because I work outside the home. I'm a bad Christian because I have friends that are gay. I'm a bad parent because my children have been baptized, but Christ--whose example we are to follow--wasn't baptized until he was thirty.
Yes, I work outside the home. Thanks to feminism, I have to: it's almost impossible for a man to find work that earns a wage that can support a family, anymore. I would rather not--but I do what I must to care for my family. Unlike my mother, who dropped out of the workforce and permitted the government to take over the role of provider. Unlike one of my aunts, who hasn't earned an income in almost thirty years, and whose husband is on a blind pension.
Yes, I have friends that are gay. I think I recall the bible directing us to love the sinner, even while we hate the sin. No, I don't approve of the lifestyle--but their actions are between them and God. I have no right to do anything but set an example.
Yes, I have had my children baptized. I recall knowing the difference between right and wrong on an intellectual level--and often chose to do what was wrong--much earlier than Mom says is the age of accountability. And if we're supposed to follow Christ's example, then they've messed up just as much: my mother admits to having been baptized at eight, I was eighteen, and my sister was nineteen. None of us were thirty.
And not one of them stops to think that Christ was baptized when he met his cousin John, who'd only started washing sins away a couple of years earlier, so there was no way he could have been baptized earlier.
God created us with the ability to think. To think for ourselves. As in the parable of the talents, I think those who refuse to think are sinning against their Creator, worse than my family thinks I do.
I love my family, but they purely piss me off. If they weren't being supported by my taxes, it might bother me less, but their attitude strikes me as biting the hand that feeds them.
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