Posted: Sep 14, 08 9:43am
My daughter went to New Orleans with a high school group last summer. The trip had been wonderful in every way, and when we picked her up at the airport, she was full of stories. The first one to come out was not about the hurricane, gumbo, jazz, or hammering nails for Habitat for Humanity, though, it was about the last Sunday morning, in a local Baptist Church.
The trip leaders took this group of high school students - the kind of kids you’d expect to find on this great, but rather pricy, trip - to the church. My daughter effused about how wonderful the people were that she met there, how welcoming they were, how genuinely interested they seemed to be to hear a little about her, and how they expressed their gratitude to the kids for coming down to help out. "They were so nice!" She settled in for the service feeling warm and connected.
Then the sermon started. The topic was “Lies from the Pulpit.” The preacher delivered an entire sermon on the dangers of those kinds of churches where the ministers might refer to God as “She”, or which openly welcomed and accepted gays. It was a non-stop conservative fundamentalist diatribe.
She was stunned. She, and her ideals, were being attacked and ransacked by this nice man. This is a girl who from K through 8th grade went to chapel every Friday at her school and heard spiritual and inspirational messages from Christianity, Judaism, Islam, Buddhism, and any number of less popular religions or spiritual paths, all given due respect. I have no doubt she heard God called "She" quite a few times. There were many two-mom families, and a few two-dad families in her school - this was all just ordinary to her. Being always surrounded by people who shared her politics and ideals (aren't we all?), she probably had developed an image of, say conservative fundamentalists, as bad people.
"But they were so nice!!"
I am sure that they were not merely nice. I have no doubt they were good, hardworking, compassionate, honest people. I also don't doubt their intelligence. That's what made me so pleased to hear her tell this story. I was so happy that she had this experience, and that it made such a profound impression on her. She made no judgments - I could tell that her young mind and heart were wrestling with it. I know I've got a wonderful kid.








