My last post was a bit…, let’s say agitated. I was upset by the turn of events on Saturday, an emotion aggravated by the fact that people seemed to be more concerned with pointing fingers at each instead finding a meaningful way of dealing with this tragedy. I’d hoped that Sunday morning when I went to church I’d get some direction, maybe a little perspective. No such luck. It was barely mentioned, a postscript to the service. Diana Butler Bass, in an article for Huffington Post, spoke about the experience of her husband’s family the Sunday after the assassination of Dr. Martin Luther King. Days after one the biggest events of the decade, one that spawned nationwide mourning, the minister preached as if nothing had happened. They had expectations, Bass said, and heavy hearts. They wanted the man they looked to for spiritual guidance to help them make sense of that senseless act and, he didn’t deliver. They left church disappointed that day and, after while, left that church all together. I can relate to their disappointment. I wanted more, needed more. And, I didn’t get it.
I’m not the only person who was disappointed Sunday. Author Karen Zacharias tells about her Sunday experience in a blog entry titled “Cancel Church, please“. It wasn’t a regular Sunday morning and she didn’t want the regular Sunday stuff. But, that’s what she got. I suppose I could tell her “Don’t feel like the Lone Ranger, darlin”, but that doesn’t help. I know misery loves company and all, but company only goes so far. Too many of us needed our spiritual leaders to step up and they didn’t. That’s not to say no one spoke up. Kimberly Knight, a pastor with The Beatitudes Society, did on the Darkwood Blog. Lia Scholl ,aka Rogue Reverend, posted her sermon for Sunday on her blog. I wish I’d heard that instead of the same old same old about Jesus’ baptism and not just because she quoted from my favorite book of all time. I think it’s a little sad that I got more help from words on a computer screen than I did in church. Finally, I’m going to close with a quote from Dr. King, one that we should all take to heart:
“History will have to record that the greatest tragedy of this period of social transition was not the strident clamor of the bad people, but the appalling silence of the good people.”