They offered a service of lament tonight, and while most of it was fine, part held an implicit message that our systems were oppressive and that not listening to our brothers and sisters in pain was sinful. The details were obscure. (What was omitted was curious too--I thought our church had pretty firm convictions about abortion.)
I tried to pray for the things left out.
When there's a problem and the noisy folk misdiagnose (including lying) and demand that if you're not part of their solution you're part of the problem, I'm strongly inclined to wash my hands of the whole business and go elsewhere. And yet the problem is still there, and if I walk away I answer to God. Perhaps I give up too readily. Not that there's anything I know how to do or would be allowed to do, but my heart is more horrified by their lies than hurt by their pain.
UPDATE: The service was a first try at such a thing, and the lead pastor says they tried to cover far too much--and that some things were squeezed out and others forgotten in the press of time. Followups are promised to be more focussed.