While I was away on a long weekend getaway with my husband, a few comments appeared and a few emails, to the last few posts.
Here is the deal. I am only writing about my experience with the people of the FALC, certainly it is not all, but all I knew and each who knew acted the same. It was like a perfect orchestrated synchronized walk.
They scored a near perfect ten for keeping in line.
What I write is my experience and the folks I am writing about are all of the same religion. They are the ones acting weirdly.
Here is the other thing, I did have friends (outside of the church) who after reading it in the paper did come up and respond completely the opposite. They did not turn away, but came towards me.
I can’t help if the poorly acting folks, all happen to be of the same faith, but they are.
And here is another thing, IF what I write fits you, wear it…if not please let it lie.
I am only here reporting things as I encountered them along my journey. I have yet to meet a full fledge First Apostolic Member who reacted like the folks outside of the church.
The drastic contrast stands alone…and it isn’t that I am just picking on my friends and acquaintances of that church, but they happen to be outstanding in their consistent response.
Folks who were not from the inside of the church responded in various ways, listening, hugging, crying, talking in depth, sharing their experiences, and a few cards.
What I am mostly shocked about and have separated and explored are the reasons why those who knew me from inside the church turned away.
They knew me since I was little, we had long history, and they too knew my father and his long history, and yet I immediately became a stranger.
I didn’t expect folks who didn’t know me on the inside of the church to do anything…
We expect more from the folks who know us, than we expect from strangers no matter what their religion.
We have a belief somewhere inside of us about the folks we know, that when the shit hits the fan…they will stand with us. And I am reporting this odd behavior, like birds all swerving in the same direction, without verbal warning, just an instinctive reaction…adversely to a tragedy.
Okay, yes…the one phone call reminding me to forgive my father, that it was my job, and that the size of the sin should have no bearings on my task at hand…
So, I am writing about MY experience with Folks I knew who happened to be members of the same religion and how they happened to respond the same way…This is my experience of the FALC.
And, if it fits wear it and explain to me why, and if it doesn’t use my experience as a reminder the next time you hear of the same kind of tragedy.
And know, the more severe the tragedy, the more the need to step up, step in, bring it up, pat their back, give a hug, send a card, make that difficult phone call. Be a friend in the dark times…
As you stand back, they walk alone in their darkest days.
And you are sending a message as you turn and walk away…
Silent is a message.
I heard your silent message loud and clear.
You were a fair weather friend, a surface polite kind, a wave in the good times, a social niceties, a loose bond of similarities of faith, but when the chips were down and the lights went out in my world, the familiar hands were gone.
What this made me do was to reach out into new areas and reach towards to new friends…and it also gave me great insights into friendships, relationships and how you measure friends more fully in the dark than you do in the light days.
It is easy to be friends with folks in the good times, but I now know my friends by who walks with me in the dark.