All about even more of the theology.

[kiya]

Today I am feeling very dwojwierny.

I find myself very, very uncomfortable when I see other pagans expressing hatred or contempt for Christianity and/or Christians. It leaves me feeling like . . . like I'm in a room full of people telling Polack jokes.

I wind up feeling that I should understand this. That . . . I'm one of the set of people who should understand this. That this is one of those things that I should be able to extend sympathy for, that this sympathy is almost an obligation upon me as a fellow pagan: that I'm expected to freely commiserate about the iniquities of the Christians and the invalidity of Christianity.

Or at least hold silent when someone sees fit to bend my ear about their contempt, and nod and smile at the hate.

I feel that somehow, because I recognise that pagans are, in many ways, one of those Persecuted Minorities, and because I am one, I should somehow be there, be available, be a healer or at least an ear for those people who need to rant about the Perceived Oppressors and the Hypothetical Majority. Because I'm One Of Us.

Except that I'm also One Of Them.

And even when I was just One Of Us, I never understood the hatred.

I've been through the "you don't have a real religion" arguments. I've been through the devils-and-demons crap. I've dealt with the ignorant, the arrogant, and the hypocritical. I've encountered the sort of evangelical Bible-worshipping nightmare that seems to be the default image of what Christianity is for a huge number of pagans.

And I've met secular Christians, and contemplative Christians, and converts, and raised-that-way folk, militants who want to make it rightfully clear that everyone is welcome in their church, and Christians who won't talk about their faith with others because they don't want to deal with the hate -- because in observing the people around them, they've come to the reasoned conclusion that many of the people they associate with are too blinded by the cross to look at them fairly.

I wonder sometimes if my differing experience is because my parting from Christianity at a child was a no-fault divorce with no alimony paid on either side.

Or, alternately, if I'm from another planet, or an alternate dimension, or something, such that all of the truly despicable Christians have always been somewhere I was not.

I see hate. And I see ignorance. And I see contempt.

And I feel that somehow, I am supposed to listen to this without comment, without correction, with no more than acceptance and understanding. And, if I am by any chance bothered by being subjected to it, I am expected to forgive.

But understanding is too much to ask of me. I find it very hard to understand why a faith so many people have left has such a hold on them to compel such continuing investment, such continuing vitriol. I find it hard to understand why the sweeping statements and then, when someone objects, "Oh, I wasn't talking about your kind."

And forgiveness is very, very hard.


There are times I just want to shout, "Jeranonek! I'm a gods-be-feathered Jeranonek! Take your fucking Polack jokes, fold them until they're all sharp corners, and. . ."

Or just cry.

Or just cry.


(While the current tune as mentioned is, in fact, something I consider a hymn, it is not stalking me; it is a large part of why I am writing this entry.

No more turning away from the weak and the weary
No more turning away from the coldness inside
Just a world that we all must share
Not enough just to stand and stare
Is it only a dream that there will be
No more turning away?

)

Comments

[nolly.livejournal.com]

Every group has its extremeists. The vocal fringe. The one-true-wayists. You've seen it on alt.poly -- the posters who think they have all the answers and want the world to know, but who are not representative of the majority of people there. I see it in fandom -- the woman who wore her Starfleet uniform to jusry duty every day is not typical of SF fans. You've probably seen it in other groups, too -- not every trans* person is a high-camp drag queen/king, for instance. Not every pagan is the Brtish Gilderoy Lockhart lookalike who claims to be a god and king of the witches.

But the extremes get the attention. They're loud and they're unusual, so they draw the spotlight. So that's the image people have. You have almost certainly encountered more good Christians than you realize. The bad ones are the ones that stand out, in part becaue they're he ones that make a big deal about it. THere's a book -- I haven't read it yet, but I just read an interview with the author. It's called When Bad Christians Happen to Good People. Might be worth a look. The interview may be on The Door's site (http://www.thedoormagazine.com).