Ok, I’ve broached this topic a few times in the past.
Religion and Rheumatoid Arthritis
So there are these people in my life who every time they see me, cant help but offer me platitudes on the struggles of the soul in regards to illness. They offer truly thought provoking philosophical insights into the questions such as ” Why does God lets bad things happen?”.
Um- Ok, so I exaggerated. What usually comes out of their self righteous uneducated mouths is something along the lines of…
“Hey, ya know if you’d jus’ trust God a bit more, he’d sure heal you up just lickety split.”
“I’m real sorry to hear ‘bout you gettin’ turned down for surgery. But if you’d jus give for to God, he could heal you”
“Pssh, what do them doctors know anyhow? All a bunch of thieving’ crooks if you ask me.”
Me: “Yea. But wouldn’t they make more money if they actually did the surgery?”
“Yea, well they’re just so darn lazy, ya know?”
I get emails from my best friends mom. I know she does it because she loves me and it’s the only hope she can offer, but it’s just frustrating to me. It always comes back to the fact that I’m only sick because I’m not doing something right. I don’t trust enough. Or I am just not a good enough person. I am an example for everyone else on how not to be.
It’s funny, because off all the many religious people I know, I haven’t done the following:
( I’ll even just stick with the preachers, chaplains, youth leaders, and preacher’s wives I know.)
I haven’t done drugs.
I haven’t slept around on a husband or wife.
I haven’t blown 400 dollars a pop on coach purses from the tithes of the congregation
I haven’t treated my entire family to a trip to Hawaii on the tithes from the congregation.
I haven’t paid for a new car from donations.
I haven’t spent time in jail for theft.
I haven’t stolen money.
I haven’t had a baby out of wedlock.
I don’t drink and act like an idiot.
I haven’t turned my back on someone because they didn’t believe exactly like me.
I can manage to accept people for who they are and not how I think they should be.
I don’t tell a sick young woman that they must be sick because they are a bad person.
And they have the nerve to talk about me. They have the nerve to tell other people that I could have gotten that surgery if I had even bothered to attend services.
I am the only one out of my many religious acquaintances who has actually lived a moral life. Yet, I am the bad person.
I know there are many many religious many who are wonderful and do good things. I just don’t know very many.