To be honest, my words were a little stronger than the title here this afternoon, however after mulling things over / steaming / ranting, it became obvious that the object of my frustration could not be truthfully a generalisation – therefore the following comments are (I would dearly wish to hope, but will probably be proved wrong), specific and localised.
I seem to visit a lot of people – funny that – but most are not regular church goers. Those who profess to have a faith, are I find more often saying things like, ‘The vicar wouldn’t do this’ or ‘Me mam never went to Church after such and such an event.’ Families will talk happily of days spent singing in choirs or being involved some way or another in church activities, until some event. The latest made me ashamed to belong to this institution. The doors of our churches have been shut in the faces of too many people, the hurdles, hoops and obsticles that churchmen (they were all men in those days) put in front of people who were seeking God, a blessing or simply asking questions about meaning in their life were out of reach for many, making God seem distant and uninterested.
It is amazing that some still kept faith in such situations.
It is shameful on those who rejected them. I just feel empty and sad for those who were denied, angry at those who felt it their place to judge and make choices for others.