Monday, June 27, 2016

A Rant.

Please allow the Captain a moment to rant.

This is my Blog after all!

The Captain had to hold a church member accountable today.

It did not go well.

I didn’t yell at her.

I didn’t order the cat o’ nine tails.

I didn’t make her walk the plank.

Oh, how I wanted to though.

I simply pointed out that I was appraised of an unfortunate situation she was allegedly involved in and I suggested a better way to deal with future such situations.

And she quit.

A few years back the Captain visited a large church. And on that night they received their latest membership class.

Yes, they require prospective members to take a class before joining the church.

What a novel idea!

As the class stood before the congregation, the pastor asked the usual questions: Do you believe… Will you support…

Then he asked a question that made the Captain's jaw hit the floor:  
“Will you submit to the spiritual leadership of your pastor?”

Really? Can I get in on that action?

No, in my denomination we serve at the whim of the congregation. Members don’t look to their pastor for spiritual leadership… or any other leadership, for that matter. 

Preach a good sermon. Visit the membership. Attend every meeting.

But we are excluded from most of the important decisions in the lives of our membership, some of which are, in fact, spiritual decisions.

And when the Church fails (and by that I mean when attendance and finances drop off to the point of  being unsustainable), it is the pastor’s fault.

Had you asked, I would have told you to not buy the house that is beyond your means.

Had you asked, I would have told you to stop after the third child.

Had you asked, I would have told you to cancel your membership in Ashley's Madison.

But NOOOOOOOO! You didn’t ask.

Okay. I get it. You don’t want my input in your personal decisions.

And I respect that. You have to live with your decisions. 

It's called consequences.

But now that you’ve hurt another child of God by your careless words, I feel compelled to intervene.

I cannot ignore this.

I cannot look the other way.
I cannot let this boil fester.

And you don’t like it.

So you quit. 

You showed me, huh?

I’m sorry.

Good bye.