Have you ever been to a Southern Baptist youth group meeting? I grew up in that mess. It really screwed me up for a long time. Southern Baptist services end with a bizzare alter call every week. It's the opposite of what a Christian church should look like. I could see how it would make a child uncomfortable. I'm an adult and a Christian and it creeps me out. The only time I go to my parents' church is when I absolutely have no choice- weddings, funerals, stuff like that. |
Which part of "why did her mother send her over there for three days in the first place" is such an alien language to such militant anti-religious people? |
Ugh, give us a break. A little judgement might have helped you here, but apparently your judgement is clouded by self-absorption. |
They certainly aren't. And this still doesn't qualify. |
This is hysterical. Having someone's kid in your house does not give you the right to force your religion on them, period. A mom should be able to trust a family friend to watch her kid for a few days without having to explicitly say, "Don't try to force your religion on my kid, please. These are basic rules of polite society, like keeping a roll of toilet paper in the bathroom, or washing your hands before a meal, or remembering to do your laundry. If you are a Christian family who is doing a favor by hosting a non-Christian kid, and if the kid looks like he's able to be at home alone for 2 hours a day (like the PP, a teenager, was clearly capable of) then give him a cheery good morning on Sunday, show him where the cereal is, tell him not to open the door for strangers, and whisk your Christian family off to church. Your guest can stay at home. Because that is a basic expectation of polite, secular society. You're welcome. |
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I hear you but she didn't describe an altar call or revival type experience. She's most bothered that they didn't ask their 15 year old guest if she wanted to go with them or stay unsupervised in their home. That doesn't seem like a reasonable expectation to have of that family. |
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I went to visit a friend when I was 18. She lived with her very religious aunt and uncle. I had to go to church and bible study while I was there, and was expected to take part in religious discussions at the dinner table. I had taken a Danielle Steele book with me but I wasn't allowed to read it at their house.
I hadn't been to church in years. |
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I'm Jewish, and when my brother needed surgery while my dad was traveling, my mom stayed with my brother in the hospital and shipped me two blocks away to a neighbor who is Catholic and has two daughters. They prayed at each meal, thanking Jesus for it. I sat quietly. The second night the dad asked me, "Jess, is there a jewish prayer to say before a meal?" and I thought for a second. "There IS!" And they all smiled and we all joined hands again even though that's not how jews pray, and I stumbled through the Hebrew prayer you say before eating, and they all said Amen. So I started saying Amen after their jesus prayer, even though I wouldn't pray to Jesus. Come Friday after school, the mom asked me "Do you need to go to temple tonight? Because I can send you with Rachel?" and I told her no, I could skip it, and she said "And I think we'll skip church on Sunday morning as well." Two months later they invited me over to come decorate the Christmas tree. I invited them over to do the first night of Hanukah candles with us. Four months later at the end of our Passover seder my mother sent me two blocks to their house with all our leftover hard-boiled eggs for them to paint for Easter. I feel like THIS is how a friendship between two religions should go. |
How lovely! |
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I'm Jewish, and my best friend in high school was Southern Baptist. I went to church with her one day, and felt pretty comfortable there; I prayed silently in my own way, and went along with standing, sitting, etc when appropriate. After church, we went to Bible study, because she wanted me to meet a boy she was thinking about asking to our school's homecoming. Before we went in, she warned me, "hey, [boy's name] likes to make Jew jokes, so if he says anything, just don't say you're Jewish, okay?" Those were some true colors.
DH (an atheist) and I went to a wedding of one of his friends from work. It was a slightly Christian service, no big, but when we got to the homily, the minister said, "A & B chose this passage because it sounds like it's about people's love for each other. But really, it's about Jesus. Jesus is the tree to whom all righteous people cling. If you don't cling to his branches, you fall to hell." AT A WEDDING! We looked up and down our row at all of the Jews and atheists, and felt so embarrassed! I grew up going to lots of different kinds of services; my temple even took us to different places of worship in 7th grade so we'd know what else was out there before committing to our bar & bat mitzvot. I never felt less welcome or more offended than I did in those two circumstances. |
You've missed the point, but by all means continue. |
You are being silly PP. Complaining about a prayer tradition at a religiously founded hospital is like choosing to work at a Catholic school and complaining about having to go to Mass, or choosing to work as a secretary at an Islamic center then complaining about having to wear a hijab. |