I am stuck between two worlds.
My conservative friends don’t want me – I like Julia
Gillard, am violently, vehemently, very, very opposed to live export, and worst
of all, I am a vegetarian.
But the left-wingers don’t want me either. I go to church,
pretty much every week (give or take the odd ill-timed hangover), I think
conservative-thinking is not all bad and I once queued for an hour to shake
John Howard’s hand.
A quick Google of left-wing Christians proves that contrary
to my personal experience, I am NOT alone.
But where are you all?
I am if not, an outright pariah (they are far too polite for
that) among my religious friends, I am clearly and obviously a product of my
university education.
As my family roundly mocked my fondness for Julia Gillard
recently, my Dad declared
“Your brother came out of uni like you too.”
I replied “like what? Clever?”
Laughter diffused the situation, but you see, I was raised
conservative. From the moment I was taken home from the hospital to our little slice
of suburbia in scruffy Forrestfield, I was taught that Winston Churchill was
king. Margaret Thatcher was queen. Left-wing types are to be mocked – their undoubtedly
Godless morals questioned. And really, they should all get a job. And have a
good shower.
That was all very well, until I began to notice things… like
why, after a move to Pinjarra, were the indigenous kids in my class treated
worse than me? Why was every damn thing at school sponsored by Alcoa (I thought
they were a charity at first)? And why were all the grown-ups I know so
unhappy?
I still don’t know the answer to that last question, but as
I got older I began to learn. Listen. Made friends with those left-wing types,
and yes, just like I was taught, actually a few DID have a relaxed attitude to
sex. But at least they were open about it – unlike our pastor who ran off with
the pianist, leaving behind his wife and children.
Honesty. That’s what I began seeking. And I’m still
searching.
Intelligence. Intelligence to me, means people, and
politicians, who are willing to (and not afraid to) listen and consider ALL the
political views and not just the ones they happen to agree with.
Bravery. I love people with the courage to speak their mind.
Politicians who are not just echoing the party-speak. Toeing the party line is a
blight on the current political stage.
So to my Christian friends who are inwardly shaking their
heads at me, wondering where I went wrong and vowing to pray for my soul, can I
ask you this? If Jesus came back tomorrow, who do you think he would hang out
with?
Would it be the rich mining magnates? The business people?
The royal family? Who do you reckon he might stick up for? Who would he help
out? Who would be the Peter of the day? Yes, he loves everyone, but he also
called a few a brood of snakes.
And I’m scared of snakes.
