In another experience some girls at the college were colouring their hair and it looked like fun, so I joined in. I was delighted to find that with just some hair bleach my hair goes dark red, then redish blond. I wear these highlights even now. It was a colour not unlike what was popular among the other girls that year. Imagine my surprise when I was singled out, called to the Dean of Students office, and told that my hair was inappropriate and had to be changed back to a darker colour. When I asked why he said it was because it didn't look natural because of my eyebrows. I pressed, because other girls had darker eyebrows, and I offered to lighten mine if that was the only issue. Then he admitted that it was 'inappropriate to my ethnicity'. I argued but eventually obeyed. I cut my hair short as there wasn't enough dye in the kit and it was difficult to get coverage for my thick hair. When he sees the hair cut he tells me that's extreme too and says he's dissapointed in me. At which point I give him an earful and tell him he has no right to be dissapointed in me.
First, isn't the Church supposed to stand apart from the world? So surely basing who we marry on the world giving us a hard time over it is the opposite of taking a stand? Second, shouldn't the truth be preached no matter who it offends, and what about the people who are hurt by NOT speaking the truth? Finally, how can anyone look at a person of mixed heritage, think that they are less beneficial to or even damaging to society, pity them for how confused their existence must be, think that they have no true place in the world, and then think they're not a racist? How is it that it's generally agreed in society that attributing negative qualities of a person because they are black, or white, or asian, is immoral. These people who are against inter-racial marriage basically think that I and people like me should not exist solely because of my ethnicity. And I'm supposed to believe that this isn't racist?
I'm confounded. I was hoping someone could explain to me what makes this either not racism, or a lesser kind of racism.
I've stuck my oar out, done a bit of research from time to time, to see what attitudes prevail now that time has passed. What I find is that within the past 5 years, and as recently as within the last year, there have been churches banning mixed couples from participating in ministry. There have been pastors refusing to marry people of mixed race, denomination centres refusing to comment. One denomination headquarters did state that it's up to the pastor who they choose to marry and who they choose not to marry. This was the wesleyan church, mind you. How much do you want to bet that headquarters would scream bloody marry if a pastor in their ranks chose to marry a homosexual couple? His choice is it? Yeah right. Seems like people still think that it isn't necessary to take a stand.
Help me understand why. Explain to me why it's necessary to take a stand against homosexual marriage, and that's protecting the sanctity of marriage, but it's not necessary to take a stand against racism when it attacks inter-racial marriage? Does being against inter-racial marriage not damage families? Isn't it the job of a pastor to challenge wrong thinking? Alot of breath is certainly expended on some things that are concidered wrong, like paganism, or islam, or homosexuality. But racism isn't as bad as all that for some reason? Interpret Paul this way, meditate on this, meditate on that, don't watch this program or listen to that music, don't be gay, protect your minds, don't swear, think on what is pure, but go ahead and think racially mixed people shouldn't exist and think what you like about mixing the races. Help me understand why that's ok to a group of people who are so ready to draw so many other lines?
Eventually I was kicked out of Bible College, with an argumentative spirit being sited as the reason, with no disciplinary process and no records that they were willing to show me. Most of my professors thought that it was strange, that the reasons were trumped up and the Deans just didn't know how to handle me. Throughout my time there they made me a cross out of skin and lies, and eventually they nailed me to it. I died that day. I was handed a letter stating that I would never have the necessary graces for ministry, by the people ordained to make that choice and trusted by all the people in every church I'd ever been involved in. So I dusted off my feet and walked away. Not from God, but from his so-called people.
Also, the funny thing about death is that afterwards there's new life. We spend awhile in the grave, mourning the ideals or dreams that will never be resurrected, then we come out a new person. A freer, stronger, more wise, more compassionate person, with less fear.
Edited by BatSheep, 03 January 2013 - 11:51 PM.