Tuesday 13 March 2012

I didn't mean to cause you pain

There are consequences for everything you do. You know that. You accept that. And yet, we are rarely prepared for the consequences of our actions. They are hard to calculate and harder to foresee.

I said in my last post that I was not fully prepared for all the consequences of coming out as an unbeliever. I knew that some who had known me would be surprised, maybe shocked. Some would be angry or disappointed. All of that happened. I was prepared for that. I foresaw all of that. 

I did not appreciate fully the extent that some would be hurt by it.

I'm not talking specifically about those who feel that I lied to them in the past when we talked about our faith. I carry some level of guilt about that myself, especially in light of the fact that I carried on teaching Bible class and speaking in meetings while I was internally questioning everything I was saying. Even then, I tried to couch what I said in a thin layer of scepticism by playing devil's advocate in any discussion, a position I found more comfortable than the 'party line'.

The reactions that have troubled me most are of those family and friends who are now worried that I have damned myself to hell. There are people I care about that have cried and told me that they fear for me. It makes no difference what *I* believe, the fact that they believe that by turning my back on God and everything I've been taught and professed, I may have talked my way out of heaven and into eternal punishment, is what causes them pain. And there's nothing I can say to heal that. These are people I love and care about, and I'm causing them pain. That's a hard place to be.

And yet, I can't do anything else. Important as it is to me that I am never the cause of anyone's pain and never a source of concern for anyone, I cannot be dishonest. To their credit, my family and friends agree. They don't want me to lie simply to make them feel better. For that, I'm thankful.

I have learned, more than anything else, that we do not live our lives in isolation. Everything you say, do, agree to, promote, share or pass on strengthens the social connections between you and those that you share your life with, however transiently. People come to rely on those connections to communicate with and relate to you. Anything you do to the foundations of those connections will have consequences for the people at the other end.

Be thoughtful about how you feed and nourish your relationships and connections to others. Take time to think about what your relationships are built on. For the people that really matter to you, make sure those connections are based on multiple foundations, because the day will come when you or they will change and something you once related to will be gone. Only relationships based on more than a single thread will survive that.

1 comment:

S said...

Gareth, those are wise words. I agree that so often relationships can be severed easily because of ‘single thread’ friendships. I think this can be particularly true in church circles.

Forgive me for sounding like a broken record and I know it’s not exactly the same as your situation, but when I left my father’s church it was those that I had multiple connections with that I remained close to. Church was secondary.

I know that your honesty about your beliefs has cut into a level much deeper than my experiences. I admire your openness in sharing what must be a very painful time for you.

As for your ‘eternal destiny’ all I can hold on to is that there is still time, there is still hope.

Once upon an average morn
An average boy was born for the second time
Prone upon the alter there
He whispered up the prayer he’d kept hid inside

The vision came, he saw the odds
A hundred little gods on a gilded wheel
‘These will vie to take your place, but Father,
By your grace I will never kneel’

And I saw you upright and proud
And I saw you wave to the crowd
And I saw you laughing out loud at the Philistines
And I saw you brush away rocks
And I saw you pull up your socks
And I saw you out of the blocks
For the finish line

Darkness falls, the devil stirs
And as your vision blurs you start stumbling
The heart is weak, the will is gone
And every strong conviction comes tumbling down

Malice rains, the acid guile
Is sucking at your shoes
While the mud is fresh

It floods the trail, it bleeds you dry
As every little god
Buys its pound of flesh

And I saw you licking your wounds
And I saw weave your cocoons
And I saw you changing your tunes
For the party line

And I saw you welsh on old debts
I saw you and your comrades bum cigarettes
And you hemmed and you hawed and you hedged all your bets
Waiting for a sign

Let’s wash our hands as we throw little fits
Let’s all wash our hands as we curse hypocrites
We’re locked in the wash room turning old tricks
Deaf and joyless and full of it

The vision came, he saw the odds
A hundred little gods on a guilded wheel
‘These have tried to take your place,
But Father, by your grace I will never kneel’

Off in the distance, bloodied but wise
As you squint with the light of the truth in your eyes
And I saw you, both hands were raised
And I saw your lips move in praise
And I saw you steady your gaze for the finish line

Every idol like dust
A word scattered them all
And I rose to my feet
As you scaled the last wall
And I gasped as I saw you fall
In his arms at the finish line

‘The Finish Line’ by Steve Taylor