Where was I?

I lay here in bed trying to get some much needed sleep and the thought crossed my mind that I find myself feeling like Rip Van Winkle.  I feel like I’m awaking out of many year slumber only to find that things have dramatically changed.  I ask the question over and over, “Where was I?”  Where was I when what once was good, now is looked on as bad?  Years ago (when I was young) that if a girl got pregnant out of wedlock it was a shameful thing to a family.  Now we celebrate the pregnancy even though the young lady may be unemployed and the child will grow up never having the good fortune of having a Daddy present.  There was a time when the church was the focal point of the town.  It was where people gathered to worship and grow together.  Not anymore.  The outside world looks at Christians and calls us hate mongers when nothing could be further from the truth.  When the government is only concerned with people eating their veggies and keeping us from having an extra large coke, it is the church who concerns themselves with people’s souls.  We don’t hate gays, alcoholics, or anyone else.  We love them because Christ loved them.  We don’t consider ourselves better than anyone else, only forgiven.  If we’re honest with ourselves we’ll admit that we are as much a sinner as anyone else.  When people need a helping hand paying their bills, or help putting food on their shelves they call the church.  When a family member passes away and no one attended church, they call a minister they don’t know to conduct the funeral.  And if at all possible, the church comes through.  Again, I ask the question, when did we become the bad guys?  The only time you see Christians portrayed on television is as some over zealous extremist or the brunt of jokes.  I guess the only response I can come up with is that of Jesus when He was being crucified, “Father, forgive them, for they know not what they do.”