Mobile Sermons
I am what I like to call a ‘free spirit’. I do believe in God and even though I do not really know what the inside of a church looks like, I believe he is my creator. I come from a family that is made up of artists, (visual and theatrical arts, nothing to do with music). Religion is not on our list of priorities and gospel music is something we are not crazy about.
Being the free spirit that I am, I do use the F- word, I would say often enough. I also hang-out with anyone and everyone- no specifics, no fusses. I live by my own rules and expect no-one else to follow them. I am the way I am largely because I choose to.
I am an intern for the national broadcaster’s TV news division and I go out on stories with journalists and camera operators on a daily basis. The nice thing about it is, I can be myself and I need not compromise a thing, although about a month ago I realised that, every now and then I might have to step out of my comfort zone, forget about being myself a little and go through the pain of not only compromising my behaviour but also listen to a sermon every once a week.
What only started out as a conversation about explicit language between a cameraman and I turned out to be a torturing sermon and believe it or not it was followed by many others. If that does not sound bad to you, imagine someone trying to educate you about, entertain you through and socialise about something you know you want nothing to do with.
Every time I see Nkosi Forise* I know it is ‘Church Time’ and I have no way out. The thing about staunched Christians is, they want everyone to see the ‘light’ and ‘accept’ JESUS into
Being the free spirit that I am, I do use the F- word, I would say often enough. I also hang-out with anyone and everyone- no specifics, no fusses. I live by my own rules and expect no-one else to follow them. I am the way I am largely because I choose to.
I am an intern for the national broadcaster’s TV news division and I go out on stories with journalists and camera operators on a daily basis. The nice thing about it is, I can be myself and I need not compromise a thing, although about a month ago I realised that, every now and then I might have to step out of my comfort zone, forget about being myself a little and go through the pain of not only compromising my behaviour but also listen to a sermon every once a week.
What only started out as a conversation about explicit language between a cameraman and I turned out to be a torturing sermon and believe it or not it was followed by many others. If that does not sound bad to you, imagine someone trying to educate you about, entertain you through and socialise about something you know you want nothing to do with.
Every time I see Nkosi Forise* I know it is ‘Church Time’ and I have no way out. The thing about staunched Christians is, they want everyone to see the ‘light’ and ‘accept’ JESUS into
lives. I do not have a problem with any religion or its followers, what I have a problem with is people trying to recruit or ‘save’ others. Christians also have a way of making you feel obliged to listen to them. They make you feel guilty before they start preaching. I am convinced that somewhere in the bible Propaganda/ ‘How to master guilt trips’ is a lesson they love better than the rest.
Every person I know who is according to my knowledge a born again Christian has lived his/her life to the fullest. They have sinned, partied and made their ungodly mistakes. They were brought to Christianity by regret and in some cases, shame.
I love my life just the way it is, the only thing I hate about myself right now is the fact that I don’t have the guts to tell Nkosi Forise* exactly how I feel about his weekly sermons. I would love to be able to tell him that I don’t see myself being born again now or ever, the courage to say all this and not feel guilty about a damn thing. I respect the man a lot; I think I respect him more ever since he told me of how he used to be an adulterer and an alcoholic. I believe motivation is a different thing to all of us, some people find it in religion and some find it in self help (written) material, I find it in learning from mistakes and knowing that any problem I encounter could be a lot worse.
I have learned to block his words out of my mind. While I put on a big smile and let the man think he is succeeding in saving my soul, I start thinking about the next gathering I with my friends, a possible story or sex for that matter. Christianity is the last thing on my mind, I am truly happy that it serves a very good purpose to some lives and that some people find it a lot more useful than I ever will, I just don’t think they should be telling me what I’ve heard from a lot of people who wasted their time on me.
Maybe we should all be allowed to make our mistakes and sin until there is no more sinning for us to do, maybe then we will be able to see the light. People should just stop taking sermons to people who are trying to avoid them.
Every person I know who is according to my knowledge a born again Christian has lived his/her life to the fullest. They have sinned, partied and made their ungodly mistakes. They were brought to Christianity by regret and in some cases, shame.
I love my life just the way it is, the only thing I hate about myself right now is the fact that I don’t have the guts to tell Nkosi Forise* exactly how I feel about his weekly sermons. I would love to be able to tell him that I don’t see myself being born again now or ever, the courage to say all this and not feel guilty about a damn thing. I respect the man a lot; I think I respect him more ever since he told me of how he used to be an adulterer and an alcoholic. I believe motivation is a different thing to all of us, some people find it in religion and some find it in self help (written) material, I find it in learning from mistakes and knowing that any problem I encounter could be a lot worse.
I have learned to block his words out of my mind. While I put on a big smile and let the man think he is succeeding in saving my soul, I start thinking about the next gathering I with my friends, a possible story or sex for that matter. Christianity is the last thing on my mind, I am truly happy that it serves a very good purpose to some lives and that some people find it a lot more useful than I ever will, I just don’t think they should be telling me what I’ve heard from a lot of people who wasted their time on me.
Maybe we should all be allowed to make our mistakes and sin until there is no more sinning for us to do, maybe then we will be able to see the light. People should just stop taking sermons to people who are trying to avoid them.
