It’s a sad irony that the rules designed to protect me and my Christian testimony prevent me from going to church.
Okay, so that’s a little simplistic and perhaps misleading. Let me explain.
The rules of course don’t say I can’t go to church. In fact, they don’t say anything about church.
The rules say I can’t go anywhere alone with a guy. So, say I was wanting to check out a new church and a male friend offered to show me one – that would not be okay.
Which is exactly what happened.
I’m reminded of what Paul says in Romans 7:
7 What shall we say, then? Is the law sinful? Certainly not! Nevertheless, I would not have known what sin was had it not been for the law. For I would not have known what coveting really was if the law had not said, “You shall not covet.”[b] 8 But sin, seizing the opportunity afforded by the commandment, produced in me every kind of coveting. For apart from the law, sin was dead. 9 Once I was alive apart from the law; but when the commandment came, sin sprang to life and I died. 10 I found that the very commandment that was intended to bring life actually brought death. 11 For sin, seizing the opportunity afforded by the commandment, deceived me, and through the commandment put me to death. 12 So then, the law is holy, and the commandment is holy, righteous and good.
I consider myself to be a pretty sensible person. Having these rules imposed on me makes me think about loopholes and permissible disobedience in a way I never would have otherwise. I feel that’s not a good thing.