For several weeks I’ve grappled with this statement. It originated as a thought while working on another article.
We judge in our culture; prejudice fuels discrimination. Let’s face it, we are all prejudice. I’ve never met anyone who doesn’t struggle here whether realized or not. Do we really know each other enough to label or peg? Probably not.
Community isn’t found in our assumptions of one another, but in our willingness to respect each other. How can I respect you and how can you respect me? We can’t unless we take the time to really know one another. This is the basis for community.
I’ve been the victim of stereotypical discrimination. It is a part of my story. On numerous occasions, I’ve met someone for the first time. You name the context – a party, the ballpark, store or gym. The conversation eventually turns to employment. What do you do? I hate the question! More often than not after disclosing I’m a minister, the conversation gets awkward with the other person searching for a quick exit.
I get it. There are many stereotypes and prejudices about clergy. Maybe you think we’re too strait-laced or goody-goody and living lives void of fun. Maybe you think you can’t have anything in common with a minister. Maybe you think we’re all con-artists, money hungry, criminals, hypocritical, judgmental, adulterous and insincere. Whatever your prejudice, you’re probably wrong.
Take the time to get to know me first. Don’t judge me until you’ve lived a season in my skin. Don’t judge on outward appearance, perceptions or prejudices. And, I’ll do the same. I’ll get to know you first. I won’t judge until I’ve lived a season in your skin, too.
Discrimination happens based on race, gender, poverty, ethnicity, social, religion and age. Prejudice is learned. We can do better.
Maybe when we get to know each other, we’ll discover we have a lot in common. And community begins.
