It’s very easy for protestants to change what they do/believe. It doesn’t really matter because, for a protestant, their faith (and denomination of choice) is dependent on their own personal interpretation of the Bible. If after being a Presbyterian for 40 years, they decide you have to be immersed for real baptism, then they fill out a form, drop it in the offering plate at a Baptist church, and BAM you’re now Baptist.
I wanted to comment on this. First of all, it’s always dangerous to lump all people who name themselves “Protestant” in one group. There are many church hoppers and I have to say that I’ve seen Catholics do this as well. They will often hop around trying to find the “right priest” or the “nicer congregation” so we should not judge. There are lukewarm Christians in all denominations. Many people are going through pain, have been abused, or genuinely are searching for “more”.
I come from a long line of Protestants. My mother is a Wisconsin Synod Lutheran (that’s how she says it) and won’t even pray with you if you aren’t a Lutheran. But she is even more staunch that that–she said she was never allowed to pray with someone if they are a Lutheran but of a different Synod (Missouri, ELCA). My mother would die for her faith. Totally, absolutely, and without question.
My father comes from a long line of Southern Baptist Convention people, of which my great- grandma belonged. My great-grandma read her Bible every day and cried when she went blind. We got her the Bible on cassette and she listened to it until the day she died (age 93). She was the only person in my life (as a kid) who passionately loved me. I would sit on her lap while she sang “Precious Memories” and her favorite, “The Old Rugged Cross”. I remember her gnarled hands stroking my hair and her prayers for me. To say that Protestants are fickle and “just” jump from one church to another is totally outrageous and offensive to me. My grandmother is my inspiration. I suffer with a mental illness so I have a hard time with what I believe and I don’t seem to fit in anywhere. When I’m lonely and sad I remember her and I can feel her love encouraging me to hang on and not give up. I have traced her lineage bac to Europe (Ireland) and I miss her horribly. The day they put her casket in the hearse to leave for the cemetery I sat on the ground in the parking lot and bawled like a baby, calling for her. She was STRONG and she would have fought for what she believed in anytime. It was an awesome thing to have her tell you she was praying for you. But I KNOW my great-grandma Hazel would have DIED for what she believed…she would tell you, up front, if you “weren’t living right” and drove people crazy with her refusal to do laundry, housework, or shopping on Sunday. My aunt is another who has stood against many for her faith and she is Pentecostal. We don’t agree on things but we agree on loving Jesus. She took me in and showed me the love of the Lord when no one else would.
So I am offended by that statement and don’t like the generalizing I see on here. God knows the heart and while there are lots of people who church shop I see it in the Catholic faith as well so let’s not throw stones unless we are without sin.
There are many Protestants who are honorable and valiant Christians. I can’t wait for the day when I see my great-grandma again. I know I would give anything to hear her humming, “The Old Rugged Cross” in her rocking chair. It breaks my heart I didn’t talk to her more. She was a pillar of faith, and would never run from one church to another. She was honorable and everyone knew where she stood. She was a holy woman of God.
Me? I’m the lost child who longs to talk to her, ask her how to grow as strong as she was, and while I theologically differ from the Southern Baptists in many ways, I loved the faith and Christian walk I saw in her and hope she’s praying for me. I sure need it. I miss her so much. I may not agree with many, but I respect that they are often as committed to their faith as I am, maybe even more so–I can use that as an example of how to embrace Jesus and not let go.