As a Caucasian male-American I pretty much came out of the womb feeling ashamed. Oppression, racism, misogyny, KKK, The Trail of Tears, etc., etc.… appear to be way too much for a white man in America to rise above.
I have come to terms with the fact there will never be a college fund, a month, or a liberation movement in honor of my race…and I’m perfectly OK with that. I will say that perhaps they could see fit to give us white males some random Tuesday once every decade for posterity sake. I would even volunteer to be the face of this movement where people could come out, tip their hat, shake their fist, or even throw rocks and garbage at me. I feel it is a small price to pay for the sake of future generations; plus I’ve always wanted to be a martyr for some sort of cause.
Being ashamed for past atrocities committed by my race, gender, and nationality, is a bit different than being sorry for my own past transgressions. Looking back, I probably should have started feeling ashamed of myself back in the mid-80’s. Most of these transgressions involved my clothing attire, but I guess back then ignorance was bliss. In my 3rd, 4th, and 5th grade school pictures, I can be seen wearing the same deep-V velour sweater. And for this I’m truly sorry and ashamed. I’m also sorry for my hip, casual summer-wear shown in
the picture to the right---->(that's my angry sister
with me). I also feel the pangs of shame past like the time I got punched
out at the roller rink, by a disgruntled heavy-set girl, who I apparently
knocked over while skating. In my defense I was wearing skates! I’m also sorry
for parachute pants, shoe skates, and Rick Astley (though I do believe he is
|Sorry about this too!|
I did not become a Christian until I was in my thirties, and when that happened it seemed that I inherited a whole bunch of new stuff to be ashamed about. Over the years I have been very empathetic to those who have been abused and disenfranchised by so called "Christianity" (because I too was a victim at an early age). But recently I have come to the point of wondering:
Can apologies really lead to apologetics? I’m also wondering whether Christians have given up so much ground apologizing that we no longer have any ground to stand on?