The disease in my family
There is a horrible disease in my family. It came up again yesterday and slapped me around. I feel so sad and powerless and hopeless.
It started with me trying to do the right thing. My mom sounded sad on the phone. Her daughters don't speak to each other! My mom, well, she ain't getting any younger, so I decided to do my part. It was time to phone my sister who hadn't talked to me in two years.
I kept my voice even, pleasant and said "for mom, can't we heal the..." was met with rage touched by a little bit of insanity. The phone call lasted two minutes. I won't be calling her again. My sister has the disease in my family pretty strongly. The other sister, she's got it worse. The disease is Jesus.
We were all raised with Jesus - but the ones that caught him the most, that stayed with him the most, are the sickest now. My brothers and I, we get along fine! We get along fine with our parents too. But the sisters - you can judge how ill they are by how MUCH Christ they have. The one that's the sickest? Her husband is a pastor. She is fearful, cruel and speaks to nobody in my family. She and her husband have roaming wars with just about everybody I know. They aren't "friends" enough with anyone in the family to even go to their houses. They don't stay with a church for a year before they end up breaking off in a bitter war. They have had child services called on them for beating their children. They refused to go to their own childrens weddings when they marry the "wrong" people. She started out kind, loving - a wonderful sister. It's not much better with the other one. Though she and I were once so close, she now literally has no friends in her life. She has never been to her brothers house, tho he lives in our town. She hides in her house and home-schools her boys who have various degrees of mental illness (one is obsessive compulsive with trash and lives with 8 bags of garbage in his room).
If "by their fruits ye shall know them" why are the ones who soak themselves in Jesus, the most intollerant hateful jerks who tear my family apart? Why, in spite of how nuts I know they are, objectively, does it hurt so much that I can't have relationships with them anymore? I comfort myself with "but NOBODY in my family has relationships with them. They even hate each other..." but it still hurts. You'd think I could apply "science" and detatch from the pain.
2007-02-13
09:07:59
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