The stroke that broke the camel’s back in Church

In the wake of recent events surrounding the peculiar activities of pastors and bible thumping do-gooders across the globe, it behooves anyone who has reached the age of thinking to review the men and women of the cloth who are usually the intermediary between the tenets of one’s chosen dogma and recipients of the philosophy.

Much has been said and made about the likes of Jehovah Wanyonyi, pastor Ng’ang’a, prophet Owuor, Creflo Dollar, Jim Bob of the Duggars etc. that it requires no further deduction herein. Furthermore, fondness of redundancy is not an apple I like to bite. Even though, pastors are ideally subsidiary to the word, some of the blatant hypocrisy is inexcusable given the stature that most usually accord themselves.

Before the current crop of infamous peddlers of the word, there were others who preceded them in infamy among which include, but not limited to: pastor Deya of the renowned ‘miracle babies saga’; Ted Haggard who confessed to being attracted to boys and smoking methamphetamines while condemning the same acts that he was busy partaking in; Eddie Long who led an illustrious parade against homosexuality, then was later ironically noted to not only be engaging in homosexuality, but pedophilia as well.

Religious scandals are not a new phenomenon; they have existed since the inception of religion itself. However, I stopped going to Kenyan churches in part because I realized that the preachers were usually incompetent in their craft.

The paradigm of incompetency was highlighted when I took a friend of mine named Adam who happened to be irreligious to a local church, but was willing to come and listen to a word of encouragement. The pastor looked at us from the pulpit as we made our way through the pews to find a seat and I could tell that something was amiss. He dedicated the better half of his sermon to condemnation –lamenting on teenagers who had their ears pierced and dressed a certain way.

My friend was so distressed by the negativity that we left the church before the sermon was over. He has since found a home in Islam. He now goes by Ali. He neither dresses nor thinks the same way that he did when he was teenager. I have always felt that I owe Adam an apology and a proper sermon. Perhaps, one day, I will write him the sermon that he should have heard that day.

There are varied reasons for why most people go to church on Sundays. For most, unbeknownst to them, they do it because they have always done it. Irrespective of geography, whether it is in the diaspora or back in Kenya, the characteristics that are apparently observable and readily evident are quite constant in the typical Kenyan church.

In most Kenyan households, it is a cultural phenomenon to go to church every Sunday. Besides being indoctrinated to observe the Sabbath at an early age, most of my peers went to church primarily to compare clothes and socialize over mundane superficial subjects.

Similarly, I recall that the middle-aged women would often engage in gossip that would put rumor-mongering Wall Street day traders to shame. Furthermore, it was not infrequent in the church settings to find grownups wallowing in pettiness. Why engage in irrational Jezebel diatribe and nonsense in a holy setting or gathering?

Some of the elderly elders were not outdone either. They would carry themselves with a holier-than-thou attitude, especially among those who they considered to be less righteous which must be the height pious hypocrisy given the fact that I know some who engage in what the church would consider despicable diabolical acts.

In effect, the message being neighed from the pulpit by the pharisaical preacher would often not be in tandem with reality. In fact, Kenyan churches somehow paradoxically promote division rather than unity.

I have heard fellow sinners testify that they would rather watch Joel Osteen on TV or YouTube rather than go to a Kenyan church and feel judged and condemned by incompetent preachers and pietistic congregations.

So, if Jesus sought the most sinful of persons, the likes of thieves, harlots etc. what gives you the right to have a sanctimonious aura over those who are less righteous than yourself?

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