Some Christians have no problem citing the bible to condemn homosexuality… But come Christmas, you mention Jeremiah 10, and they stare at you blankly.
Homomisia does not arise in response to a persons faithful dedication to biblical direction. Stop pretending it does, or at least stop pretending to support the LGBT community while you also support anti-LGBT politicians and organisations. There are simply too many examples of people completely ignoring concrete biblical direction to continue using biblical direction as a basis for discrimination.
I’ll put it another way (no spoilers). It’s like the reason people hate Star Wars. People don’t hate Star Wars because Star Wars is bad, they hate it because the need something to hate. This is the basis for the gospel of love. Hate is so tempting because it makes us feel powerful. It makes us feel elevated. The exact and only reason facebook and youtube are flooded with videos, titled “(random person) DESTROYS (other person)” is because we are addicted to victory
The unloving, hateful ego loves the feeling of domination. The self righteous validation and feeling of power is the exact evil that the gospel of Christ warns us against.
Thinking back, I can’t think of a single “evil” thing that has ever happened that was not based on some competitive need to win. I understand that sometimes “good” must fight back as an act of self preservation, but there’s always a story in that struggle of a few who are turned bad by their fight for good.
So I think the request my mind is trying to get to here, is that you stop using the bible to tell you how to interpret loving action, and start using loving action to tell you how to interpret the bible.
About chrooth
No this isn't some sort of midlife crisis thing. I'm just adapting. Like anyone else on here, or who does this, I believe I am writer. Unlike most others, I believe I am a writer because I have always written. Long story short, I was a really weird kid and sometimes it just felt like the only place I could turn for some solace and empathy was an empty page. I've always been a melodramatic writer and I've been really happy for a long time so I haven't felt the need to write but when I do... I have to. I basically live on the road, so my journal is hardly ever within reach, and when it is I convince myself that I'm too busy to make any time for it. So here I am, embracing the future, having acquired the journal that will follow me almost anywhere. I'm having one of those, "WHY DIDN'T I THINK OF THIS BEFORE!?" moments, and GOD after so long I can't tell you how good it feels to just let my mind spill through the tips of my fingers again. I suppose this would be an appropriate time to qualify both my ability and my intentions. I am not a good writer. I am told I have a strong tendency towards run-ons, I over punctuate, and I curse like a sailor. I can't spell for crap and especially while typing, I have a tendency to just leave words out. As I mentioned earlier this "blog" is meant as a replacement for my long treasured journal, which tends to imply a need for privacy. However, if you were to ever read my journal, you would eventually come across an entry musing over the purpose of a journal, wondering why they are written and kept in secret. I have no secrets. I had far too many secrets for far too long and I assure you, I have no more energy for them. Additionally, I can not properly conjure any feeling of being heard by manufacturing an imaginary personality that lives in a book and understands my words. So I write, and have always written, to you.
Thanks for reading it!
Chrooth 