Pick on? Pick on? What, I'm now some huge all-powerful bully picking on poor, defenceless little Christianity? Robin, please spare us the cowering persecuted victim act: Christianity is one of the wealthiest and most powerful institutions on the planet, so portraying it as being picked on is bathetic in the extreme.
A poor analogy. The students who do not practice the lessons, show up for class or study hard do not simultaneously believe and proclaim themselves to be the true upholders of the teacher's standards, nor can they quote extracts from the teacher's rule book to justify their actions.
If anyone replies to this or previous posts, there won't be a response in the near future as I'm going to be offline for a week or two. If there's any urgent picking on to be done in my absence, no doubt someone can fill in for me.
Hey, you can't take a vacation now. We need you.
But you know what? I disagree with you the teacher analogy is perfect.
The Righteous Teacher, "Okay, I'm going to be gone for an hour or so... or all day. None of you know when I'll be back, so be good. You all know the assignment read your history book and do a three page essay. In the teacher's lounge, there's some beer and pretzels. That's forbidden. It's for us teachers. Some snake of a kid tried to smuggle some pot into school. I confiscated it and hid under some papers in the open top drawer of my desk. Don't touch it. You'll get expelled, maybe even cursed. Remember, my ten simple rules. I'm the boss. Don't talk. Don't chew gum. Don't play on Saturday. That's the day you should devote to doing your homework. And I know some of you worship those evil rock and roll stars like Billy Idol. But I'm telling you no Billy Idol worship or any other rock and roll music in class. It's evil and will get you suspended or cursed. See you kids later. Remember, I am coming back."
One kid said, "Wait, that was only five."
"Oh, don't cheat or peek at your neighbors paper. And a... I'm the boss and the sole authority in class, or, as far as you're concerned, the universe. So I want you to do as I say and, thus, you would get in trouble. And a... raise your hand when you have questions... look straight ahead. Don't stare out the window and daydream. Is that ten yet?"
"We lost track."
"Well you better listen better next time, shouldn't you. Okay bye, see you soon... er or later."
Three kids did the assignment, then got picked on by the rest of the kids. Ten kids read the wrong chapter, but they swore it was the right one. Fourteen kids put some loud music on Pandora, thus opening up a whole bunch of evil. At least they didn't listen to Billy Idol. The girls listened mostly to Katy Perry and Lady Gaga. A couple of guys tried to blast them out of the room with Ozzy Osbourne and AC/DC, but were forced by the others put on their headphones. One kid put on Justin Bieber on his I-phone, but the other kids smashed the phone and beat him up.
A short time later, the teacher peeked in through the window. He whispered to the three good students. "Get out, I'm going to destroy the classroom. Get out now." The good kids believed in his words and faithfully obeyed his command. The teacher sealed all the doors and windows and connected a fire hose to a vent in the roof. He flooded the whole class killing everything including some lab rats and a guinea pig. The next day he drained the class room, had the janitor mop the floor and remove the bodies and resumed class with the three good students.
A week later only one of kids was still good, so he had to find a new and creative way to get rid of the other two students. He sent them to Driver's Ed and told them to drive up the hill behind the school and to hit the gas pedal and try as long as they could to not use the brakes. Of course he had cut the brake lines. The car went over a cliff and exploded, killing the two kids.
The next semester that one good kid moved on to the next grade. He was appalled by what he saw. He told the kids, "Your teacher isn't that good. He's teaching you falsehoods, and he's not teaching you discipline."
"What's that? Discipline? In school? And teaching falsehoods? I thought everything they teach us in class is the truth?"
"No, only my teacher knows the real truth. If you want to learn, he is the only way to get truth in your life."
"But isn't discipline infringing on our freewill? What if we still what to play around in class and shoot spit wads at each other?"
"No, teacher absolutely doesn't want a bunch of robot students. You'll still have total freewill. He will give you every opportunity to choose his right way. The only real way. The only sensible way. The only way that doesn't lead to death and destruction... or, to go you're own way. Which is the broad highway straight to hell. But, yeah, it's your choice. He won't force anything on you."
One of the kids said, "Huh, sounds good. What do you all think?"
Twenty five out of the thirty students said, "We don't really want that."
The original good kid, plus the five new good students quietly slipped out of the class room and locked the door behind them. They walked over to the music department and got six autoharps and then played them through the schools PA system for five straight hours. At exactly five minutes before recess time, the room collapsed and killed all the bad students.
The good teacher was brought in and those six students did really well... well almost. Two of students had to be killed, but it was for their own good. They were caught smoking in the boys room. But, the remaining four moved on through the goodwill and grace and loving kindness of the good teacher. Who always made sure, to leave a remnant.