A Cult of Forgiveness

     "Everything happens for a reason." Seriously, you're going with that crap again? Your ex murdered your child when you were at rehab.

     "I've forgiven my rapist." You're two months out and you've wiped the slate clean between you. Wow. You going to write to him in the super-max where he now resides?

     "She was done with what she had to do on this earth so God took her." She along with three-quarters of her co-workers were in the twin towers when the planes hit. The terrorists were carrying out your God's will, albeit inadvertently?

     "It all works out the way it's supposed to." Tell that to the starving kids in the world whose only fault was that they happened to be born into poverty.

     "I can't afford this justified anger." Keep telling yourself that as you continually get screwed over by the same people or corporations. [After all, the Supreme Court told us that corporations are now people].


sapphoq itching for a coffee says: Christians, I am not picking on you here. I am picking on people in 12 step meetings who are content to hide behind their masks of placidity in order to avoid confronting the serious injustices that happen. I burned my own mask some time ago.
     The recovery god gets an awful lot of credit and an awful lot of blame for things he didn't do. If you are in recovery and this pisses you off, go talk to your sponsor about it. Or whine to your home group. 
     Being abstinent from addiction does not excuse us from dealing with objective reality. We are citizens of the world. We have a responsibility to ourselves, our families, our neighborhood, and our country at the least. 
     Recovery is not an excuse to encapsulate us and insulate us from a terrifying world. This is not an us versus them deal. We are human beings. 
     Find something to be passionate about. Find something that needs changing and become part of the change. And this:   

          "If you aren't outraged, then you just aren't paying
            attention."  ~ Lisa Borden 

SERMON 3/13/07

Sunday's sermon was about Forgiveness.
The preacher asked the audienc-- I mean the congregation-- to raise their hands if they were willing to forgive their enemies.
All of them raised their hands except for the oldest congregant, Sister Reese, sitting way in the back.
The preacher said to her, "Sister Reese, why aren't you willing to forgive your enemies?"
"I don't have any," she replied.
The preacher was stunned. "How is it that you have no enemies?"
"I outlived the bastards!"

sapphoq