for what it is worth, this was one of the main reasons i finally disconnected myself from religion when i was 13.

as a kid, we never went to church. when my mom got a job with a prestigious christian family who owned a pharmacy, she wanted us to go to church to look good for the family, i guess.

i already didn't want to go there as the kids who went to that church were mean to me in school because i didn't wear tommy hilfiger, guess and calvin klein (hey, it was the 90s).

i begrudgingly walked into the megachurch and saw the mean kids all sitting in a pew together. my anxiety grew as my parents choose the pew right behind them. to my surprise they all acted SO HAPPY to see me and they LOVED my outfit. when we sat down my mom said those kids were nice and didn't know why i said they were mean at school.

the preacher then stood at the pulpit, in a $2000 suit, and began his sermon over the camel having a better chance of going through the eye of a needle than a rich man has getting into heaven.

i was livid. i couldn't believe this preacher, who drove a lexus, whose 16 and 17 year old children drove a BMW and an audi, who lived in one of the biggest houses in town, whose children made fun of kids who didn't wear $200 jeans, had the nerve to preach about rich men not getting into heaven.

i never went back after that.