I don’t know if you’ve ever stopped and thought about what brand of Christianity you are all about. I hadn’t until I moved to Australia.
I have been a Catholic most of my life. I say ‘most’ because I worshiped at a Presbyterian church for many years and then came back to my roots. I don’t see a problem with bouncing between churches because it’s all the same God and Christian is Christian. Two things have happened recently that have made me aware that not everything thinks the way I do. Who would have thought?
Yesterday I had two lovely ladies come to my door with pamphlets and an I-pad to share their views on what I should believe. Even though I told them I am Catholic and have just come from church, they still tried to question my beliefs and gave me a booklet. They said they would come back next week to try again. I’m going to hide.
The other thing was an interview I had at a school. Although they asked me about my teaching style, the main thing they wanted to know was about my faith journey. Journey? I felt inadequate. Saying I have been a Christian all my life sounded like a cop out. I explained that I don’t have a moment when I saw the light. I believe simply because I have no choice – it’s part of who I am. I didn’t get the job.
When I was over in England and Paris earlier this year, I visited many cathedrals. None of them had security screening to keep Catholics out. Or sniffer dogs to detect Methodists. Or signs saying, ‘Waving of hands in worship forbidden.’ What were they thinking, treating all brands as equal?
I wonder who’s going to tell God to be more judgey with how everyone is allowed to worship? I’m sure my visitors from yesterday will volunteer.