To which my heart shouts a hearty AMEN!
This is why I recoil when people wear their faith like a badge. It feels, at best, insincere to me and, at worst, like a violation of personal boundaries. There are bloggers out there that I have met through Saturday 9 that I no longer visit because they beat their readers over the head with their faith.* It literally makes me teeth hurt to see a post open with a psalm and then go on to show pictures of Trayvon Martin flashing his tattoos and exhaling smoke, implying that since a kid has body art and uses pot he is somehow inherently dangerous and brought on his own
|Happy Presidents' Day, Gentlemen|
I have the same reaction to politicians like Rick Santorum who explain how a being Christian dictates how I should vote and how he must govern.
First of all, all Christians are not Catholic and we don't all believe exactly the same thing. Secondly, the separation between Church and State as championed by Thomas Jefferson and John Kennedy is very dear to me. Especially as a woman. Religious totalitarianism is always bad -- whether you're trying to force me into a burka or a mantilla.
And lastly, it's TMI. My relationship with God is joyous, life-affirming and private. Not unlike when I've been lucky enough to be in a romantic relationship and the sex is joyous, life-affirming and private. It's one thing to share the high (or perhaps, low) points of any relationship with friends and readers. But I care as much about the intricate nuts and bolts of anyone else's day-to-day relationship with God as I do what position they prefer in bed.
*I'm not suggesting these bloggers change their style. Our blogs are our space to use as we wish. If someone's writing bothers me, it's up to me to avoid that blog, it's not up to her to alter her content.