The Smucker's Path: Putting Down the Sandwich and Doing Something

Throughout my hiatus, I found myself reading the work of others while feeling thankful that I wasn't the person writing it. After reading an article about someone's misfortune in a church or a Christian's angry ranting, I would often lament to my husband how I just wanted to be normal; I didn't want to worry about "...any of this drama." I would read the harsh words of a negative critic and become apathetic or worse, cynical. I just want it to change, but I'm not sure I want to be the one to help change it.

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In Love With That Jesus Guy

I've really screwed this Christian thing up at times. In my genuine attempts to care about people, I have attempted to elevate myself to the level of the very God that I serve. Here's to self-awareness and being something different.

Historically speaking, I’m what Christians would call a “church brat.” The typical church brat would be defined as the kid who was physically in the church for inordinate amounts of time, usually as a result of a highly involved parent(s). Sometimes, partially in my case, these kids are affectionately referred to as “pastor’s kids.” However, I probably gave new definition to these somewhat cheeky terms. In fact, I embodied not only the physical qualities of this term, but also gave a new face to the solo term: brat.

My typical Sunday morning or Wednesday night involved less of actual church attendance and more of just, well... causing problems. I spent many church services talking under my breath to my friends at a volume that revealed just how unaware I was of my obnoxiousness. If I wasn’t in service, I was off seeking out my dad’s Sunday school classroom to throw dodge-balls at the window to distract him from teaching. If I was in my small group, I was probably distracting the group with side-comments aimed to get as much of a laugh as I reasonably could without being asked to leave. If the group happened to be too focused that evening, it was no challenge for me; that was nothing that a good, loud fart couldn’t solve. 

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