Easy?

I can't stop thinking about the scene in "Easy A" when she visits the churches. It haunts me that much that we let down enough people for some of them to make a film in which they show our shortcomings. Are we, to the world, an empty confessional and an uncaring minister? Yes. How can we change this? How can we listen instead of speak? That scene makes me madder the more I think of it. She is the person that Christians should be excessively loving towards, someone hurting and in need of protection and a listening ear. But instead, the confessional is empty, as if God is not listening and/or doesn't care. So she storms out of the church, tripping on a Bible along the way, and probably won't come back. Infuriating and ironic--the one time American Church has someone walk through the doors of their own free will, they find no help whatsoever.