This Prompt is a difficult one. If asked fifty years ago I would have no problem mentioning serious things in my life that I thought were sacred truths. Now at the age of seventy with lots of life and learning experiences behind me, I have to think about this word with more scrutiny.
When I was an impressionable sixteen year old and loved the small Northern Baptist church I attended, I chose to be baptized. I loved teaching Sunday school classes. Behind the scenes activities I witnessed lessened my admiration and respect for certain church members, but I still attended regularly, loved the minister, and continued to teach, eventually marrying in the same church, at nineteen. My faith in God hadn’t changed but the sanctity of the church and actions of some members changed my thoughts on the value of attending church regularly. I was disillusioned and naive at that age.
Moving to TX and trying to attend a Southern Baptist church was another disappointment. “Hell and damnation” literally yelled from the high pulpit down on all the “sinful” attendees while our frightened children were quickly whisked away somewhere unknown, was more than I could take. I haven’t attended church regularly since. At that time of civil unrest and war, this religious experience only added to my reduced idealism.
Many years after, there were times in our family when we attended services and a friendly reverend came to our home to pray with us for a family member. These were heartfelt and special.
When I think of sacred, I envision the old time chapels with candles, angels, and possibly, stained glass windows. I don’t envision huge gold constructs of wealth. That’s just me. I am an observer and when I see people attending a wealthy church, tithing and then going back to their poverty stricken lives, it doesn’t strike me as anything near to sacred.
I expect criticism for this post, so don’t be afraid to let me have it. I can take it. My goal in writing here on WP is to discover how others think and let you know how I think, if you’re interested. My opinions are my own.