I have not always viewed school as a safeplace, let alone a place I can learn from. In my hometown of Goldsboro, North Carolina, sits the infamous, in my memories at least, Wayne Christian School (WCS). Full of hypocritically cruel administrators, and teachers who wish to squish out any imaginative creativity that might disrupt the picture they wish to paint of the world, and the ability to pull the strings in the school they orchestrate. To be fair, it might be better now, but it wasn’t for me then. I would frequently ask questions, like why we learned the verses, and they would get frustrated with me asking so many questions. They would say how we’re supposed to spread the gospel, and after I would explain ‘what if that's not how I work bestas a christian to serve him’ they’d respond with ‘that’s what we’re supposed to do period.’ They’d say how ‘you can never escape the lord, and your sins,’ and ‘every person will either accept or deny jesus.’ To which they would punish me for asking so many pestering questions, like what about people who were born and raised in countries that have never heard of him, or people whose only encounter with christianity, and the lord, is through hypocritical christians. Towhich I would hear the repeated phrase, ‘sit down and listen.’ In turn I would ask why should I be a christian if all I do is get married and have kids ‘for his kingdom.’ I’d rather learn about the culture of places rather than just when missionaries would go there and how ‘theywould save them, providing them information about the lord.’ How a monk would yell that these
missionaries ‘ruining the peace,’ and the excitement that played on my teachers face that disgusted me for the fact that a monk would scream and how ‘the missionary’ was ‘spreading thetruth and disrupted a false peace.’ How they volunteer out of country providing food and necessities, only if while they serve food they can preach. How we had people boast of how many followers ‘they’ve brought god to. For them to accept god because of the missionaries introducing them.’ In one specific instance I had asked my teacher, “how is it possible for every single person to hear about God, and what if the only time they’ve heard of God was from someone who was in fact hypocritical. How is it fair for God to turn them away when all they seeis darkness from possibly joining his church?” To which my guiding teacher responded, “every person will learn about God, and if not they’ll feel the Holy Spirit-” ‘But how will they even know that’s the Holy spirit-’ she gave out an exasperated sigh. “They will just know, every person will. They also need to realize the disciples aren’t God, and the disciples don’t let those people into heaven, God does.” I had such a hard time with coming to terms with this information. In my opinion it wasn’t fair for God to turn someone away that had only experienced one horrible encounter with some supposed ‘Christian.’ Not to mention someone isn’t just going to know it’s God who they feel. What if they ‘mistake’ that ‘feeling’ with one of
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