I am sick of hypocrisy. Mainly, I am sick of people who talk about religion constantly and whose actions immediately cancel whatever good they may've exuded. I am a spiritual person and a Democrat (gasp), but I don't feel the need to talk about God, what you shouldn't do and why you can't be friends with a certain type of person. That's not the God I believe in. The God I believe in would want to demonstrate what a Christian and good person looks like and witness to those who haven't experienced that yet.
Pouring judgment and generally hypocritical does nothing but show that you are not living a Christian life, so why would a nonbeliever want to listen to you? I heard Rick and Bubba, who I almost never listen to, the other morning talking about how Brad Pitt's mother was receiving death threats for coming out (no pun intended) as being against gay marriage. They then went on to say that liberals who got upset over opposing views were the meanest, nastiest, most dangerous people you could come in contact with...really???
Not the anti-abortion zealots who kill doctors or the people who stand outside the clinics yelling, "God hates you," or Ann Coulter or Rush Limbaugh...no, those people aren't nasty or hateful at all. I once had an anti-Kerry person SPIT on me, just because I wanted to talk to her about John Kerry. A simple "no" would've been much more civilized and would've kept me from being convinced I was going to catch hepatitis.
I've seen so many people use the name of God for their own purposes and then turn around and talk about everybody in their church and how they couldn't possibly let a lesbian sing in the choir. This is your witnessing? Mary Magdalene, one of Jesus' most ardent disciples, was a prostitute. Did he say, "Mary, I appreciate your helping spread the gospel and all, but you are, in fact, a dirty whore and you're making me look bad." NO. These were the people he felt he needed to witness to the most. I just don't, and will never, understand, talking out of both sides of your mouth.
Yes, I drink. I'm 34 years old, and I have occasional cocktails. I don't drink and drive; I don't drink and fall asleep while taking care of my children, and I don't drink and mix it with methampetamine. So, don't look down your nose at me for admitting I drink and then go drink a 12-pack while having a weekend at the river. That's all I'm saying. You can bet I don't care what YOU think, but I do care what HE thinks. Maybe you should worry about that as well.
