My Experience with Moral Horror

In my last post, I quoted Christine Pohl from her book Making Room: Recovering Hospitality as a Christian Tradition.  I noted how validating it is to find such a term as “moral horror” associated with the failure of Christian hospitality – especially in the book of such a fine, respected Christian scholar and publisher.

Validating.

Yes.

Deeply validating.  And appreciated beyond the telling.

But sterile too.

And this is what prompts me to blog: I am a first-hand, eye-witness to this MORAL HORROR.  I report to headquarters what I have found (prayed about it).  I testify before God and the blog-reading public what I have seen and experienced (prophesied).

I have done this, not simply to tear down what others have built, but to expose the indifference masquerading as AGAPE in Lubbock, in hopes that leadership repent and that the moral horror come to an end.  It is reasonable that any God-loving, reasonable people would see this for what it is and seek the change.  THEN we can actually share the LOVE of God for his creation – like heaven on earth.

Think of it.

And my experience?

I, once upon a time, was a member of the Premier Homeless Church of Lubbock (not its real name), and tried – TRIED – tried to volunteer as a chaperone for the homeless there on a freezing, cold winter night.  But leadership there arbitrarily denied me the opportunity AND denied the homeless access (a service this church actually did provide on other cold nights before).

Unable to keep more than three “strangers” in my own private home (where I was raising four young children at the time), I got in my car and drove down to the Premier Homeless Church of Lubbock (not its real name) shortly before bedtime that first night after the temperature dropped to freezing, and found about two dozen homeless people (actually members of our church, no less) bedding down on the concrete under the awning to the side of our church building which was locked up and empty of worshippers at that time.

Think about that a minute.

The House of God sitting empty while the needy, the beggars, the poor, like so many lepers, crippled, and blind before them, pressing in on Jesus for all they are worth as the winter night set in and the ambient temperature plummeted.  Huddled in blankets on concrete, my brothers and sisters shivered against the cold that night.  Nearly thirty of them!  And it all happened under the cover of darkness while the public (the constituents of this “Christian town”) sipped their hot chocolate, said their evening prayers (if they even do that), and prepared to go to bed in their fine homes with guest rooms sitting empty night after night all over town.

“Moral horror” is a pretty good word for that.

I was faced with selecting 3 needy souls to take with me.

How would I choose only three to open my home to?  I sought out the ones who were most sick and least prepared to survive the night.

And I drove away with those three, leaving the rest there shivering and huddled outside a locked up church house while NO ONE else in this town cared enough to help, to come and see it, or even to read this blog years later.  (Well, okay, a few have read about all these years later, but that is the sterile part again.)

I have other experiences (similar in the broad strokes) with “moral horror”, but this one kicked it up to a new level for me.

“Church” just ain’t been the same for me since.

But I have gone to that “church” now for most of the last decade trying to find any leaders there who will open their eyes to this moral horror and address it with repentance and with the LOVE of God.

 

One comment

  1. laceduplutheran · July 1, 2019

    I like that term – Moral Horror. It’s pretty accurate. It comes with other words too. It shows us when I hear other words used in church. Phrases like: “What about the liability?”

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