My late father in law had a saying… “a person can get used to hanging—if they hang long enough.” In other words, one can become accustomed to endure just about anything over time. It is all a matter of conditioning. It is the cornerstone of just about every cult—blind obedience without question. Most certainly not the question of why.
My involvement as a child in a group made up almost exclusively of adults has come under scrutiny of late. From age ten to seventeen, I adhered to a code of conduct attached to membership in a traveling music ministry. The clothes I wore—down to my undergarments, my hair style, make-up were all of their choosing. I faced a critique at every turn. No one in the group was permitted to attend dances, go to movies, use profanity, consume alcohol and a host of other rules to maintain membership.
From the moment I was accepted into the group I was told to look, act, speak—even think like the rest of the adult members. Although I was only ten most of the members thought I was older. As a result if I responded to something in a truly age appropriate manner I was berated—I learned to adapt, comply and deny. So ingrained was the concept of obedience to the message and method of the church that it resulted in unquestioned following blind, deaf and dumb. Never challenging the precepts or the leadership.
This was legalism at its best. Adherence to a code of conduct with no thought to why is no more than brain washing. I must point out that I never felt coerced or forced into this life style. I was presented with one and only one way of believing. They alone determined my world view and it was very narrow. Never questioning their precepts I listened only to their view of what was acceptable. Given vocal training and the opportunity to travel, singing in many different areas made me feel as though they were doing me the greatest favor. Unfortunately it also began a pattern of behavior that colored the next forty years of my life. By having every decision made for me during those formative years I never learned to think for myself. Every aspect of my life was based on my continued adherence to the code learned as a child. A child who never had the luxury of being a child—childish behavior so frowned upon I dared not give in to the behavior. Skipping the preteen and teenage angst I married a man 7 years my senior and became the wife of a minister who perpetuated the obedience without question role. Only now it was my husband who called all the shots. I convinced myself it was the ‘right’ thing to do—comply and deny there was a problem. Regardless of my own happiness I followed the code—guarded my tongue, did all the right things, didn’t smoke, didn’t drink and dutifully read the scriptures every day…never questioning why.
I lived my life on ‘auto pilot.’ Confessing this now there are those who will argue it wasn’t so. I was very good at just about anything I chose to do—the secret being I never attempted anything I didn’t feel confident I could ace. Staying firmly in my comfort zone I drifted along a robot for decades.
Then came the day my husband died suddenly. The events that followed threw me so far out of my comfort zone that I had no choice but to reexamine my life. His death forced me to face the unanswered ‘why.’ For more than 3 decades I lived my life according to my position as the wife of a minister. Without the parameters defining my role I was lost. Upon closer examination I discovered I didn’t know why I believed what I had embraced for so long.
For a period of time I didn’t embrace anything that I could not prove. Tucking away my worn and faded Bible I chose to resist reading solely out of habit. Putting aside every preconceived notion of my past life I set out to experience everything. I discovered there was so much more to life than what my narrow worldview permitted.
Seeing for the first time how legalistic my views had been was shocking for me. Asking myself why at every turn I embarked on a quest to live the abundant life while finding peace with God.
It would be a full year before I felt confident to pick up God’s word again and claim His promises for me. Promises that were never tied to my choice of verbage, mode of dress, alcohol consumption or the company I kept.
Today I feel closer to God than I have ever felt. Confident in God’s love for me I no longer feel compelled to abstain from activities out of a sense of duty to earn that love. Comfortable in my position before God He alone is my judge. My behavior has drawn criticism from a few. Overwhelmingly I have felt encouragement and an outpouring of compassion. For those who dislike the ‘me’ I have become I simply state that I am who I was destined to be—I merely had to course correct for a path begun out of fear. It is not my responsibility to live up to their ideal or expectations. Why do I feel this way—you may be asking yourself for clarity in your own walk? Why indeed, is the best place of all to start—journey well my friends and never stop asking why.
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