Moral Hypocrisy?
August 31, 2007
Why is it that Christians think they can picket and protest against gays and their rights? Why is it an issue? Because the Bible ’says’ that homosexuality is an abomination? And? Does not that Bible also say to let God be the judge? ‘Let he who is without sin throw the first stone’?
In the story of the adulteress woman, Jesus was the only one who had the right to throw the first stone. Yet he did not. Why? After all, God’s word condemned adulterers, right? Why did Jesus not punish her? Why did Jesus not rebuke her? ‘Let he who is without sin throw the first stone’.
Amazing how the ‘Christians’ can read, recite, and support one part of scripture, but not others. Practically selective on their parts. They totally disregard scriptures that state that God is the judge, not man. And that we have no right to throw stones being sinners ourselves. Who are we? ‘Let he who is without sin throw the first stone’.
Who ordained the Christians as the sentence carriers? Where is the scripture that supports their hypocrisy? They can quote the scriptures that condemn gays and lesbians, but where is the scripture that gives them the right to picket, protest, bash, and even kill these homosexuals? Where in the Bible does it say that a homosexual is subhuman? Where does it say that a homosexual should be treated as an animal? ‘Let he who is without sin throw the first stone’.
Does not the Bible state that we are all God’s children? Does it not say that we were knit in our mother’s womb by God himself? Does not the Bible tell us to love our brother? Is it not the very word of God that says that we need to learn forgiveness? That we should practice mercy? WHO ARE WE TO JUDGE! ‘Let he who is without sin throw the first stone’.
It is the Bible that tells us how to be better people, not abusive people. It is the Bible that teaches us how to treat others with respect. No where in the Bible does it give us a free pass to bash another human based on any means. It is the Bible that tells us quite simply to let God be the judge. The Bible says to go tell all the nations about the good word not cram it down their throats and force them to convert. God wants us to come to Him on our own free will. That is why he gave us free will to begin with. Why should a Christian have any more rights to free will than a non-Christian? ‘Let he who is without sin throw the first stone’.
It is because of ‘Christian’ activists that Christianity is given a bad name. It leaves a bad taste in the mouths of many. It is labeled hypocrisy. It is because of the blatant rejection of the word of God by these so-called Christians that the afflicted turn elsewhere. Who wants to run to a God that rejects them? Who wants to run to a God that does not love them? Who wants to run to a God that does not welcome them? ‘Let he who is without sin throw the first stone’.
Why waste time, money, and energy on bashing gays? There a children that are abused with no help, families that are living paycheck to paycheck, and streets filled with homeless people so lost in the world that they probably do not know this love of Christ because Christians are too busy trying to cram it down a homosexual’s throat than to tell them. So many more worthy causes to focus on and a Christian chooses to focus on the one that makes them out to be a hypocrite. ‘Let he who is without sin throw the first stone’.
Tags: gays, homosexuality, God, lesbians, hypocrisy, hypocrite
Heartache
August 30, 2007
Someone told me recently that they would rather not fall in love for fear of a broken heart. She is a very smart individual– whether she knows it or not, I cannot figure out yet– to say that. Not smart to avoid love, but smart enough to recognize that she thinks it is love but does not want it to be. Smarter still to wait and find out. But not too smart to test her chances. Because what she does forget is that while she may not be willing to admit that she is yet in love, she could be and losing that love too soon could be harder than a lost love.
Heartbreak is a killer. It hurts so much that some would swear it could cause a heart attack; some swear it can kill. After all, when you lose that one that you fell in love with, you lose a part of your heart; your heart is a vital part of your body. How do you voluntarily put yourself in a position to become vulnerable?
But…what is wrong with vulnerable?
It hurts. But so does childbirth…and yet we have children. So do many things that we do not have to have, but still we go through with them knowing the pains they will cause– both physical and emotional.
But emotional pains are worse.
It has been said that you cannot remember the pain of being beaten, but you can remember the pain of the words that are thrown at you. Such is the pain of losing a loved one. How do you tell your heart to obey your mind? It is so hard to follow it in every day routines so why would it start to obey you in matters that are supposed to be its specialty? Love is the heart’s main event!
What is it that we fear about a broken heart? That we cannot pick up the pieces? That no one else will be able to supply that one piece that our lost love took with them? Or is it that we will actually have to start making our own selves feel as magnificent as we truly are? Do we put our self-worth in another’s eyes?
Why not take those days, months, or even years of happiness? Risk it all. Take the gamble. We only get one life. Why are we so scared of heartache? We only get one chance to do whatever it is we want to do. Why not live it to the fullest? Why not do it all? We cannot take anything with us more than our memories. Why not make our life memorable?
I am befuddled by a woman’s opinion of herself. Do they not know how beautiful they are? These are strong, smart, sexy women; there is no reason for them to not to overcome a heartache. They are entitled to happiness, entitled to love, and entitled to everything the world has to offer. What is it about a woman’s brain that they do not know their own value? Something encoded on their DNA? I try to tell them, but they brush it off as flattery. I try to make them see how valuable they are, but they think that is what friends are supposed to do. How great it will be when a woman will realize how beautiful she is just because of what her heart shows her to be. When I look at anyone, I look at them from the inside first. It is cliché, and unheard of in the modern world now, but it is true. Try it out; you will find that there are many more beautiful people in this world than you know.
Tags: fall in love, Heartbreak, heartache
Powerful Words
August 29, 2007
Lesbian. Dyke. Fag. Lesbian. How can your own family turn against you? How is it more horrible to love another woman than to love a different skin color? When did love become about what a person is rather than who a person is?
Lesbian. Dyke. Fag. Why do people think words hurt so much? Why do words hurt so much? After all, they have as much power as we give them. Why do we try and find the most hated words to throw at each other? Nigger. Spic. Rag head. Words on a page, words out of your mouth, words with no meaning at all until we give them meaning. And yet we start fights, shed tears, and draw lines over them.
Lesbian. Dyke. Fag. What is it about someone else’s personal life that we feel we have to attack them? We do not attack their color schemes in their bathroom, there inability to sing, or anything else dealing with their home and household. But we attack who they are. And why? How does who they are effect who I am? How does their love effect my love? How does their relationship effect who I want to be with, how I love, and what I do?
Lesbian. Dyke. Fag. Why is it the more accepting of people are the ones who are criticized themselves? Because they understand the abuse? They know what it is like to be judged and chastised for something they have no control over? Or is it because they know that who you are is not run by who you ought to be? Because they know what it is like to be true to one’s self? Or because they know that what you do has nothing to do with what I do or who I am?
Lesbian. Dyke. Fag. The words cut not because of what is said, but because of who says it. Mother, father, brother, sister, friend…lover. Nothing is wrong with being a lesbian. Nothing is wrong with being a dyke. Nothing is wrong with being a fag. What is wrong is how the terms are used. Anything used with the intent to harm is never good.
Lesbian. Dyke. Faggot. Whore. Bitch. Slut. Nigger. Spic. Fairy. On paper, they are what they mean. As words, they are letters put together. But spoken to someone else, they are a knife in the soul. And why? Who are these strangers to us? Who gives them the power to belittle us? Who gives them the right?
Lesbian. Dyke. Fag. I embrace these words. If I can call my fellow lesbian a dyke, why should anyone else be denied the right? And why should the connotation change just because of who says it? We cannot control what people say, but we can definitely control our reactions. It is not about inaction; it is about proaction.
Tags: Lesbian, Dyke, Fag, words hurt, power
Picture Perfect
August 28, 2007
Picture this: you have a son or a daughter and they are your miracle child; the doctors said you could not have children, but low and behold, here they are. They are perfect and no one will ever tell you otherwise. God gave you this gift and you will treasure it. You make sure this child is well-provided for, is safe, is loved, and is afforded all the things in life that they desire and can be given. Such is parenthood.
Fast-forward and your child tells you that they are gay. They have thought long and hard about who they are and are happier being with someone of the same sex rather than the opposite sex. It is hard news to hear because you know the sorrows they will encounter because of this. You begin to wonder what you did wrong, how this could have happened, and if it is just a phase. But you know it is not. You know your child. You know who they are just as much as they do. So you love them.
Now picture this: a jogger in the park notices something in the bushes and finds a human hand. It is connected to a body that is so beaten and tattered that it makes it hard to identify the race let alone the identity. You get a call at 5 AM from the local police asking to identify a body that may be your child’s. You arrive to a scene that is beyond imagination. They do not show this type of horror in the movies. It is the birthmark on the left ankle that assures you…this is your child.
This is your miracle baby. This is the child that you stayed up with when they were sick, cheered at every game they had, listened to when they wanted to lay their burdens down, and cried at their graduation. This is the baby that you gave to the world in hopes they would take as good care of them as you had. This is your child. This is the same child who looked into your eyes with fear as they told you they were gay. This is your baby. This is the same child who wept over the baby bird who died in your driveway, who helped the neighbor with her trash because she was too feeble to bring it to the curb, and who got beaten up in middle school for defending the new kid with a lisp. This disheveled body…this…is…your…child.
The imagery is vague and fictional, but for the woman whose Navy son was beaten so badly that the only form of identification she could use to identify his body with was a tattoo, it was a cruel reality.
Every person here is someone else’s son and daughter. Why is it okay to put another mother or father through the heartache of outliving their children when you would not want such an evil on yourself? If your children are attacked, abused, or hurting, would you not want to help them? Would you not want to do everything in your power to make the person hurting them stop or hurt themselves? Why then would you do that to someone else’s child?
It is the paradox of evil that is created. One fights another to avenge their brother, but then that other’s brother must avenge his brother. And so the cycle begins and never ends.
Tags: gay, abused, paradox of evil
Prepare the Way
August 27, 2007
Someone once told me years ago that Jesus died for me. It did not make as much sense as it should have at the time. But then she broke it down even further. She told me that if there was no one before me and no one after me, Jesus still died for me. She made it more personal that it was literally me that He died for.
While it became apparent at that time that this God-junk was real, it was not until years later that I would truly be borne again. At that time in my life I was trying to rebel against my grandmother who had a huge influence on my mother so I was denying that there was a God. Even before going to camp and while I denied God to my grandmother and family, I knew God existed. It is hard to explain that ‘just knowing’ feeling, but that is what it was; it was not me being told or taught that there was a God, it was that I just knew He existed. Each time I would deny God to my parents, I would talk to Him and apologize for using Him to rebel against them. But He had to understand where I was coming from; here was a family that would never pray or talk about God in our home, but when we were out in public, it was different. We would hold hands and pray; what was that all about?!?! My mother had made us into hypocrites, and I was not enjoying it.
Much of who we are today is because of our childhood; whether we learn what to do or what not to do, it is usually based off what our parents have taught us. It is because of the hypocrisy and lies that I witnessed growing up that I have put so much weight in truth and honesty. I cannot comprehend the Christian hypocrisy or why men lie. Who benefits?
I love God and believe in who He is. But I do not wear the colors of the Christians; I do not beat my brother down because of who they are, what they wear, who they love, and what they believe. I treat my fellow man the way I want to be treated. After all, that is taught in the Bible too, is it not?
No one likes a wolf in sheep’s clothing. How do we expect men to come to God if we are constantly claiming friend but acting like the enemy? If I did not know the truth beyond a shadow of a doubt, I would not want to be a part of this ‘Christianity.’
Tags: God, Christian hypocrisy
Choices
August 26, 2007
What is it about ‘difference’ that scares us so much? We protest against things that people have no control over: race, who they love, often their religion. Traditions that are forced within the family are nothing more than an extension of our ancestors. We have no more control over our skin color than we do the Earth’s rotation. And the heart is a powerful thing; it forces us to love against society’s standards. And why is that so scary?
Maybe it is because it is so easy to do; it is so easy to make fun of one’s skin color or sexual preference because it is out there in the open. But why do we attack humanity to begin with? What is programmed in our DNA that says that others must suffer? Do we ourselves enjoy being teased, attacked, and tormented? Then what logic do we use to justify such actions towards others? Discrimination makes no sense and should have no place in western civilization. That we can look upon our brothers with distaste merely for being something we are not is appalling.
Someone told me recently that they were the one who messed up their life but that other factors were merely contributors. In other words, no one or no thing was to blame for where she is now but herself. So many want to give control of their lives and where they are over to anything else they can except for their own choices and actions. We choose to pick up the bottle, we choose to rob the bank, we choose to beat our children, and we choose to use racial slurs. Wise are the men who realize that their life is a result of their choices and actions. So why do we choose to be assholes? Why do we choose to make another person’s life a living hell? Why do wish the things upon others that we would not wish upon ourselves?
Western civilization is supposed to be a learned one. How are learned men acting like mindless buffoons?
Tags: difference, Discrimination
Introduction
August 25, 2007
The mind is a powerful force. The moment we recognize it, the more powerful it becomes. Why? Because we begin to fear it. Fear promotes action more than anything else. If we fear something, we take measures to stop it before it starts or we try to counteract its power. In our mind’s eyes, we are mere peons. It is not the heart that hates; it is the mind. Whether by learned response or fear alone, we program our hatred into our minds.
It is also the learned response that we are not good enough. We cannot accept a compliment given to us because we cannot comprehend it. Our minds take over and ask ‘why’. It could never be that we are actually the amazing beings that we are; that does not make sense. In our mind’s eyes.
