Churches are supposed to be a place that all areas of the Bible get discussed. In the vast majority of cases that is true. The one that gets avoided like the plague is sex. Which is sort of ironic because that is the way most people come into the world. Let me be perfectly clear here. I am not condoning in any way the mistreatment of any male or female. Sure money gets talked about openly but sex that’s another matter. In a culture in which sex is everywhere ( I am not saying that is right.) Then the question becomes. Why?
My suspicion is that there is a certain puritanical aspect to it but the real reason is that children are around and the church has to be a safe place for them to be at all times. Throughout history, children have been abused in churches, to say the least. To act like it only happens in certain faiths is irresponsible thinking.
So sex is not openly talked about in churches and that’s the way it should stay!
As I sat alone in church this morning I couldn’t help wonder why there are so many empty pews? Yet deep inside I knew the reason. The faces that I had grown to know and love had gone home to their eternal resting place.
Even though for years we knew this transition was going to take place that doesn’t make it any easier in which to deal with. The reality is that there are more on the way and one of them could be me!
It’s been over 20 years since I first took a step into this place. Sure there have been good times and bad but it’s still home and it will be until I take my final breath.
The night was June 14th, 1982 at around 2: a.m. there was a knock on the front door. That can mean only one thing at that time in the morning that something has happened that all policeman’s families fear. My dad had been shot at work by some glue-sniffing, alcohol bomb-throwing thug. The ” shooting ” simply changed everything in ways none of us expected.
Thankfully my father did survive by about the width of a small hair. It sped up my parents divorce, it created a huge gap between my older brother and myself. I knew dad had to go back to work to face his fears while my brother thought he should simply retired. He did return to work for about another 3 years and then retired. His career lasted 27 years. The fear of losing him never stopped.
However, some good things did happen after the ” shooting”. A woman who my dad had dated in High School came by to see him. After my parent’s divorce, they spent the next 30 years together until his death in 2008. I still speak to her to this very day.
My mother on the other had met a wonderful man who became by a step-father. He was a man of honor and dignity until his death in 2018.
So through all the tragic things that can happen in your life something wonderful can happen.