It’s FMF time. This week’s word is “quiet.”
I can’t be. I’m sorry. It’s just no longer in my nature to see the horrible things in this world and be quiet about it. If I see something, I say something.
I suppose you suspect it’s because it happened to me. I should correct this misconception.
I speak out, because there was a time I didn’t. There was a time I was complicit by my silence. There was a time I counseled others that divorce was the worst thing a person could do, worse than abuse, worse than adultery. I counseled “forgiveness.”
I went from speaking out against my pastors in my youth, to submitting without question. Because that’s what I was supposed to do as a Christian. If I wanted my life to go well, if I wanted God to bless me, I’d better tow the party line. Whether that was the Evangelical party line which said that if you just prayed harder everything would be fine, or that most problems in a marriage stemmed from the woman not being submissive enough to her husband. Or the Reformed party line which said that God made people to suffer so they just had to put up with their misery here on earth and look forward to heaven. Both lines said you couldn’t get divorced…in truth, they didn’t even condone divorce in cases of adultery.
I fell for the lie. I forced my mouth shut. I stopped speaking out against true evil and went along with the pastors and my friends.
So, no. I won’t be quiet again. But not because it happened to me, because I did nothing when it happened to others.