Finally, the first real day I've had off in weeks!
I really needed it after this week. You know, with my temperment and my previous clashes with various churches, I should have known I was asking for it when I took this job. I remember saying a few years ago when Fred Phelps Jr was protesting the Laramie Project, that 'organized religion is God's biggest enemy.' This week was just another example.
In a church with 6,000 members, I should have realized that no matter how much I tame down my appearance or my attitude, that there's still going to be at least one person who I'm still not conservative enough for. On Wednesday night, during praise team practice, I had a man come up to me and tell me I had some "modesty issues" because of the shirt I was wearing. Now, ok, during the week, my coworkers (all male) wear jeans and a dress or polo shirt. I wear either jeans or dress pants, and a dress shirt. That day I was indeed wearing jeans, and nice velvety brown shirt that was form fitting, but not tight nor cut low around the neck. Apparently, what happened is when I was working on the stage and loading up the amps on the cart, my shirt must've ridden up a bit on my back. Oh, heaven forbid you see two inches of my bare back! The second issue is that I was told my studded belt looked like bullets from far away, so I can't wear that, either.
Does anyone ever ask me how I'm doing? Anyone ever want to hear my testimony? Anyone wanna hear about my REAL problems, and help me with those? No. Because all that matters, obviously, is whether or not I look ok...not if I actually AM ok.
On the flip side, after a day to think about things, it's not fair for me to stereotype the whole church based on a few comments. Because for every detrimental comment I've received, I've had about 5 more of people thanking me for coming, and that they're glad I'm there. It's just hard because the harsh ones are what stick, and what makes me understand why so many people turn away from God when His children represent Him like this.
My faith is this: I think Jesus was who He said He was. And I think that because God loves us, I should in turn live my life in a way that is loving and compassionate to those around me. I think that's the whole point, and it's stupid for people to get caught up in meaningless details...like how I choose to dress.
Meh. However, my coworkers are really cool, the job is easy yet not too boring, and the pay is good. And, finally, I have time to do other things that I need to do.
I spent this morning working on our entertainment system here, only to find that the switcher we have isn't amplified, so I need to either get a DA, a seperate amp, or powered speakers. Meh.
Going to the pool for a few to relax, then me and Corrie are going to the Mac store in Tyson's Corner so I can check out the new Macbook Pro.
I really needed it after this week. You know, with my temperment and my previous clashes with various churches, I should have known I was asking for it when I took this job. I remember saying a few years ago when Fred Phelps Jr was protesting the Laramie Project, that 'organized religion is God's biggest enemy.' This week was just another example.
In a church with 6,000 members, I should have realized that no matter how much I tame down my appearance or my attitude, that there's still going to be at least one person who I'm still not conservative enough for. On Wednesday night, during praise team practice, I had a man come up to me and tell me I had some "modesty issues" because of the shirt I was wearing. Now, ok, during the week, my coworkers (all male) wear jeans and a dress or polo shirt. I wear either jeans or dress pants, and a dress shirt. That day I was indeed wearing jeans, and nice velvety brown shirt that was form fitting, but not tight nor cut low around the neck. Apparently, what happened is when I was working on the stage and loading up the amps on the cart, my shirt must've ridden up a bit on my back. Oh, heaven forbid you see two inches of my bare back! The second issue is that I was told my studded belt looked like bullets from far away, so I can't wear that, either.
Does anyone ever ask me how I'm doing? Anyone ever want to hear my testimony? Anyone wanna hear about my REAL problems, and help me with those? No. Because all that matters, obviously, is whether or not I look ok...not if I actually AM ok.
On the flip side, after a day to think about things, it's not fair for me to stereotype the whole church based on a few comments. Because for every detrimental comment I've received, I've had about 5 more of people thanking me for coming, and that they're glad I'm there. It's just hard because the harsh ones are what stick, and what makes me understand why so many people turn away from God when His children represent Him like this.
My faith is this: I think Jesus was who He said He was. And I think that because God loves us, I should in turn live my life in a way that is loving and compassionate to those around me. I think that's the whole point, and it's stupid for people to get caught up in meaningless details...like how I choose to dress.
Meh. However, my coworkers are really cool, the job is easy yet not too boring, and the pay is good. And, finally, I have time to do other things that I need to do.
I spent this morning working on our entertainment system here, only to find that the switcher we have isn't amplified, so I need to either get a DA, a seperate amp, or powered speakers. Meh.
Going to the pool for a few to relax, then me and Corrie are going to the Mac store in Tyson's Corner so I can check out the new Macbook Pro.
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