The topic of hypocrisy has been coming up in conversations again and again lately. In particular I spoke to an old college roommate about four months ago. She is a single mom and not all that interested in taking her two kids to church; too many hypocrites, she says. Oh, how we all hate hypocrites: those terrible people who preach one thing and do another!
My old roommate’s testimony is in a fragile state right now so I didn’t tell her the truth: she is a hypocrite. I am a hypocrite. We are all hypocrites. No, wait, that’s not quite true. The definition of hypocrisy is to pretend to believe something that we don’t actually believe. But it commonly means saying one thing, doing another. Of which we are all guilty.
I tell my children they must eat five fruits and veg every day. I have not eaten fruits and veg today. Or yesterday. I am a hypocrite.
I stood up in church last month and told everyone how Visiting Teaching is the most important calling and needs to be our #1 priority. I didn’t do my visiting teaching that month. I am a hypocrite.
I get mad if my husband throws his cans and bottles in the trash instead of the recycling bin. Yesterday at the gas station I threw three empty water bottles in the garbage can. I am a hypocrite.