Niedawna śmierć domorosłego misjonarza z rąk autochtonów na Andamanach - ponownie rozpaliła debatę na temat moralnego aspektu działalności misjonarskiej.
Na świecie jest 440 tysięcy misjionarzy. Ich "posługa" wzbudza wiele namiętności i kontrowersji. Zwolennicy misji utrzymują, że niosą one kaganek wiary, oświaty i cywilizacji i zmieniają świat na lepsze, inni na odwrót, twierdzą, iż misjonarze nie cywlizują lecz deprawują czyste dusze autochtonów oraz ich kulturę - w narcystycznej pogoni za zaspokojeniem swojego roznamiętnionego religijnie Ego.
Zainteresowanym problemem - polecam podlinkowane materiały, zwracając szczególną uwagę na wspomnienia i opinie byłych misjonarzy, którzy z perspektywy lat, po opadnięciu misyjnej gorączki, analizując problem na chłodno - dochodzą do bardzo intrygujących konkluzji.


"I used to be a missionary. I would go on short term mission trips to Eastern Europe or Africa for the sole purpose of “earning souls for Christ”. We kept count of the number of people we “saved”. We put on a play or volunteered for a little while to show our love for Jesus. Then after praying with them and adding their soul to the tally marks, we would never see them again.
I thought I was doing God’s work. But if I’m being honest, I was doing work that made me feel good. I would volunteer in an orphanage or help clean out a house, both tasks requiring that the people who lived there had to teach me what to do. This actually took their time away from their family or their work. Yet I believed I was serving them.
Ask me what their names were. I must have worked with and met hundreds of people. Do I remember who they were? Did I even attempt to keep in contact with them or show them that I still care after they’d been added to the notches in my cross? No. Not even once.
I prayed over their houses of worship, that they would repent and see that their faith was dead. Yet I never once sat down and asked to learn what they believed. Why did I assume that my faith was the right faith? Why did I assume that my presence was so precious that it would change their hearts and lives? Why did I assume that they were lost, living their beautiful content lives right where they were? Why did I assume their lives needed changing?
This is white supremacy. This is colonization. White people entering a foreign land under the guise of caring to turn people into followers of the white peoples god and life. Do not pretend colonization doesn’t happen anymore. It just lives under a new name: mission trip.
Do not victimize the missionary that was killed for not following the laws of the tribe he claimed to love. Do not demonize the tribe that simply tried to protect their children from disease and violence. If he cared he would have already known their beliefs and laws and would not have disrespected them. But he didn’t care. They were just going to be another notch on his cross.
If you’ve gone on mission trips before, and this feels like an attack, sit with that feeling for awhile. Is it good to help people? Yes. Is it good to insert yourself into someone else’s life without asking based on your own assumption that you are the most important person in the room? No. It’s time for us to reflect on that notion and change our ways.
Colonization needs to end."

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