This blog is pretty much all about myself. This post is not the exception.
I was wondering if the narrative I tell myself about myself – the one where the crazy fundy Christians are saying the ridiculous things that I used to say – is a little unbalanced.
Perhaps my perspective from growing up in a cultish group that protected its identity by fearing and pitying non-group members is still there. Now that I don’t feel a divide from ‘the world’ but actually feel part of it, I wonder if I’m not looking for another group to distance myself from.
I find interactions with fundy Christians (not to be confused with the religious mystics, humanists, liberals or those who just love people) both frustrating and entertaining.
For example, a dear lady recently insulted her Catholic co-worker by telling her that she was broken and needed salvation. The sweet Christian was perplexed by her co-worker’s reaction of hurt. When I pointed out that my friend had no way of knowing if her co-worker was ‘saved’ or not, my friend countered with the fact that her co-worker drank alcohol.
Now, do I laugh at these exchanges because it makes me feel superior? I used to think drinking alcohol was morally wrong in and of itself. Am I gloating in how far I’ve come? Or laughing at my past in a healthy way?
Have I just created another group to Other? Am I still in the same mindset I grew up with and using it to distance myself from the people who taught it to me?
And why the heck do I try and analyse out every possible motive for what I do? Will I grow out of that obsession too?