I've got a tumbleweed all rusted up in my spurs or I've just reached my wits ends. Either way it is time for a rant. I'd say another rant, but this will be the first rant posted to this blog. Either way, I'm going to rant about the self-proclaimed and the self-righteous.
I cannot say that I am a church goer. I've just not found the church that I click with, but I am quite a believer in God and his word. I pray and I do my best to do God's work (as it is called). With this, I think it is why these self-proclaimed Christians irritate me to no end.
I call them self-proclaimed Christians, because they feel that they need to advertise it in everything that they do. They always need to say that they are a Christian. It ends up in every conversation about how they are Christian, but the funny thing about that is...these that feel the need to boast about how they are Christian, are also some of the most hypocritical people I have ever seen. It is a shame and I've about had enough.
I am a huge cowboys fanatic and I'm not talking about the football team. I'm talking those boys raised on farms and ranches. The cowboys I'm into, they get on bulls and broncs. They spur and some chew. I'm talking about the real cowboys (or at least the ones that can pull off truly looking like one-that is a completely other soapbox though). Anyway, with all that said, I love bull riding. There is something about a cowboy, but more importantly there is something about a cowboy on the back of a bull.
Now, I'm not the average fan. So, I don't go all star struck. I don't get all speechless and very rarely do I stand in line to get autographs, but I am a fan. Being a fan of bull rider you see a lot of very religious boys. Some of them announce it no end. I'm a Christian Bullrider. I'm a Christian Bullrider. Good for you, buddy. Being a Christian Bullrider means nothing if you do not behave the way that GOD truly intended for you to act.
In my time of being a bull rider fan, which has been a very, very long time. I've come to know many bull riders. I cannot say that they know me, because apparently there is just nothing about me that makes me stand out, but I've met several. I will wish them luck and congratulate them on twitter, in person (if the opportunity arises), and on the other social networks. It takes two seconds to say thank you...very few of them say thanks. I say very few of them, because up until today none of them have ever said it. Then one surprised me and did, but again it was not the one that I truly expected to say thank you. This is what leads me into my rant.
The one that has failed to say thank you, and as actually failed to do so on numerous occasions, is very much a Christian and talks about GOD most of the time when he is interviewed. I probably shouldn't be surprised since the first I tried to get his autograph (back in the days when I was more like to join the masses-YEARS AGO) he actually blew me off. I remember an interview that he gave a few years back. He talked about GOD and how important it was and how we on this earth to love one another and be there for one another. Thinking about that and how simple a "thank you" would be, it seems a little I don't know. You are a person of GOD, but you are above taking the time to talk to someone who is not as rich, famous, or as important. Something about that just seems wrong to me.
There was a picture ordeal, but I'll save that for another day. Well, no, let me just say that a very nice picture of him during a bull riding event was taken and posted to his Facebook Fan page, which his wife runs. No thank you was provided for posting the picture, but the photographer was willing to overlook that. I'll leave it at that even though there is a bit more to it (another rant all together about supposedly not knowing who took the picture. Really? Sorry tangent). This particular situation, though, was no big thing even though a few other women had posted pictures and gotten worlds of praise for doing so. The photographer was above making a big deal out of it. As for these other women, they are little bit more fortunate and can afford to go to event after event and mingle with the bullriders so there is obviously a bit more personal level there, but just the same.
What makes those women so different than me? Is it because they, too, are self-proclaimed Christians? Is it the fact that they have the money to go to event after event and pay to get behind the chutes? I not only don't have the money to do that, I wouldn't if I did. I'm not that kind of fan. Also if you are a true Christian, I wouldn't think it would matter and that you could muster up a few seconds to say thank you.
This brings me to one of those women. Who has been blessed with fortune on so many levels and is very proud of her Christian status. I encountered this woman at an event about a year ago. Not only could she not be bothered with me, she seemed to put off this vibe that I was intruding on her territory and was not good enough to be there even though I was with the Pastor of the service we had just attended. Kind of seemed a little...against what I think GOD would want.
I could go on and on, but that could take a while and I don't want to continue on and on. The point now is that maybe I have this warped view of what Christianity is. I mean I try to treat everyone as equal and I do mean EVERYBODY. I do not discriminate and I do not judge. Well, that is unless you started your first encounter with me by doing something stupid than I do get a little bit judgmental, but just the same. I think that GOD intended for us to treat everyone has equal and to acknowledge everyone. To give to everyone what we would want in return. Yet, so many of these "must state the fact that I'm a Christian" treat me worse than all the racist people I've encountered in my life (and I grew up in Oklahoma). That is really kind of sad and a little bit pathetic.
I've said it once and I'll say it again, we are not above anyone. No one is too good for a two second thank you. No one is too good to take a moment to acknowledge someone that may be a little less than what they consider themselves to be. Pedestals eventually decay and crumble, I'd rather stand on the ground than to fall. My guess is, as high and as important as you think you are, it's going to hurt like hell when you fall.
~smh~
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