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Thursday, August 04, 2005

The More Things Change, The More They Don't Remain the Same

Last night I decided to embark on an adventure of sorts. I actually returned to my old church, Evangelistic Center Church. I went to church there when I was in high school, and for all intents and purposes it was one of my first church homes.

I had my reasons for not returning earlier. Basically, my beliefs have changed somewhat. They believe that speaking in tongues is a gift that everyone can have and should practice. I no longer agree with that, especially reading Paul's writings on tongues. So I haven't been back until last night.

In short, I was amazed by how few people I remembered from back in the day. Most of the people I knew from back then have moved on, I guess. Like I have.

But it was still interesting. I left the service early.

2 Comments:

  • At 6:23 AM, Blogger Reagan said…

    You know, Scott, it's really, really beginning to bother me that you are calling me out on ever post I make to this or any other board. Especially when you call me out on comment made to other boards. I don't make posts or comments to be lectured. I don't think anyone does.

    It's getting to the point that I feel like I need to disable comments. I am tired of being lectured. This is not a forum for lecturing; it is one for me to tell about my day and how I feel about certain things.

    Sorry, but I have to side with myself on this one.

     
  • At 7:34 PM, Blogger Reagan said…

    Okay, I am feeling a bit better now, so I will defend myself (not that I feel that I have to.)

    First of all, it is unreasonable for ANY mother to expect a child who has never been separated from them for more than five minutes (and this is true, the mother told me herself) to be happy about it. Separation anxiety and all that. We would encourage mothers of any of our children of that age to start small, leave them in there for short periods of time, then lengthen it until the child has adapted to their absence.

    Second, I had worked there for almost three years, and my boss had worked there for four. (So, in other words, we weren't exactly novices, and we sure weren't inept.) Believe me, we tried everything in our power to comfort the child. She was inconsolable. Not only that, but other kids were getting upset. Indeed, many women (not necessarily mothers) were stopping by to see what the Hades was going on. It had nothing to do with our skills...it had everything to do with the fact that the child was inconsolable. Bottom line. There may have been a reason that has nothing to do with us. Like she may have been sick, or (SHOCK!) she has never been away from her mother for five minutes.

    So, my boss (not I) went to get the mother to try to do something to make the child feel better. Now, every other mother that I have had has been perfectly willing to do this. We weren't asking her to leave...we just wanted the child to be consoled. The mother refused to do so. (Although I give her credit: She was a LOT nicer that "better get used to it.") That was my beef.

    Let me reiterate: I do, and continue to, stand by my boss 100 percent in this. I feel like we did all we could in this situation. I wish the mother would have been more understanding of us and other children. But what's done is done. I am ready to move on from it.

    One more thing: It was wrong for me to call her "uppity." For that I apologize. Nor was it right for me to categorize all wealthy stay-at-home mothers in that way. A lot of them, like me, are doing the best they can.

     

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