Sunday School Microcosm

I have not made Sunday School in many weeks due to my heart going down the toilet on me, so I flipped a coin and ended up going.  Usually, it is pretty much a wasted 90 minutes for me.  Not that I know everything, but they teach to the concepts of the American school of Western Theology ... aka - paganism and call it Christianity.  Sigh.  Okay maybe overly general but not far off from the reality of it.

Usually, the morning starts off with everyone introducing themselves, utter waste of time but when there are guests or new members to the class it is nice.  Steve's, my antagonist I had respected, wife was there with her daughter.  Peggy numerous times looked at me and she knew I can read the pain in her soul at her sudden loss of two weeks ago.  What can you say?  Probably not, "Sorry I missed the funeral, I was actually in heart surgery at the time ...."  Wrong thing to say to the widow of someone whose husband just died of sudden heart failure.  Sigh.

Her daughter, kept looking at me piercingly.  I wondered if she remembered me from my very first youth group - oh so many decades ago.  She was an attitudinal teenager back then and I remember - oh - so well!  Her and her little click made visitors want to go to another church!  And, not surprisingly, she seems to continue to be on the trailing edge of reality.  Guess life never taught her the lessons she needed to learn when she was young - or she ignored them.

Then we are forced to do an icebreaker, yeah I know people love them, I am just not one of those people.  I do not like being drawn out, I will not make myself transparent to those I do not trust - and as the last few years have shown, no one in that room is safe.  Or, even 50% safe.

But, before the leader could ask the question, someone blurted out about the Seahawks game ... remember, pagan class.  Which then started a discussion on exactly what  race does Russell Wilson, the quarterback, belong to?  I turned and looked at the guy like he was from Mars.  Really?  He is younger than me, a local and he is making a racist setup statement?  And, oh yeah, they came ...

I will admit that growing up without exposure to any minority group nor prejudice has left without any appreciation for either.  The color of your skin is about as important to me as whom your grandparents were - irrelevant!  And outside of a cultural problem with East Indians, whom have earned their reputation with me - I am not likely at all to attribute any set of characteristics to someone based upon race or skin color! 

God does not seem to care in my Bible, so why do members of the pagan christian church of America?

In fact it would bode well for this white centric culture to remember that Jesus, whom they claim "saved" them and they serve, was not white in the least ...  Perhaps a member of the Caucasian race but definitely not white.

I had lots of down time yesterday, something is wrong inside of me, from the surgery.  So, I was resting and thinking about the different types of ground the sower threw the seed on ... which pile of dirt is a racist?  I wonder ...

If you can judge, condemn, discount a man based solely on his skin color ... is it even possible to be a Christian?  It takes an amazing about of PRIDE (worst sin of all!) to elevate yourself over others because their skin color is not your skin color.  Make you think a bit there ...