For two weeks, I drove to Durham to be a part of a diverse congregation and a community of accepting believers in Christ.
This was supposed to be a column commending the leadership and congregation of that church because of their emphasis on unity and acceptance.
That was until the preacher’s words rang with homophobic overtones and righteous undertones last Sunday.
That ruined my week — and, more importantly, my column!
“They’re a bunch of hypocrites,” I told my housemate, Jack. “How could the woman next to me be so friendly and loving in our short conversation and then condone a sermon that would make any gay person squirm in the pews?”
This contradiction felt like betrayal, and I knew I would not be singing this church’s praises.
A few days later, I still could not move past the hypocrisy. I had come to know a wonderful woman, who I’ll call Sally for the sake of the column, whose mannerisms and character stood in stark contrast with the preacher’s message. How could such a nice woman frequent this church and indirectly support prejudiced sermons? There are certainly other churches that don’t do the same, and I was happy to show her one.
So I began to wonder — what constitutes a hypocrite? On a basic level, I think of a friend who complains about people chewing with their mouth open, even though I have seen him chew with a wide open trap. That’s blatant hypocrisy.
But Sally — can I write her off as a hypocrite?