We do the parable of the king who invites people to a wedding feast for his son. People ignore the invitation so he finds street people to come. There are some messengers hurt and killed in the process.
When the indigent dudes get ready for the clambake (uh, wedding) one is wearing his beat up, stinking work clothes. The king asks why he has not changed into the provided wedding clothes.
He was oppositional defiant and didn’t feel like it.
So he got kicked out into darkness with “weeping and gnashing of teeth.”
We talk about the messengers–prophets who told the truth and got hurt for it.
My daughter, who was five when we discovered and stopped what was happening to her, begins to tear up as she talks about the church and friends and family who could not handle our story.
We cherish those who did.
It is a hard thing to tell the truth and lose your community.
It is a harder thing to lie and lose your soul.