One Million Moms
These are the kinds of people who made me high tail it away from church and God and into the warm and encouraging arms of Paganism. Most Pagans are kind and generous and open and downright loving and my long experience with Paganism is one I’ll never regret.
I don’t understand the Us vs Them mentality of groups like One Million Moms. Aren’t we supposed to love others? Aren’t we supposed to be focused on other things besides whether or not Toy Story 4 shows two moms dropping off their child at school? And why am I supposed to be afraid this will somehow make my children dirty, or less than in God’s eyes.
I just don’t buy into that nonsense and I’m not sorry. I just don’t get the need to bash and ban.
I’m in favor of free speech.
I’m in favor of “thou mayest,” meaning we have the choice to live our lives as we see fit for ourselves and those who are in our care. This goes for everyone on earth. It started with Cain and it continues for every single one of us. I think sometimes in our effort to do good, we unintentionally (or intentionally) become oppressive and the result is that people turn away from God rather than leaning in toward him.
Sin is sin.
We have to decide how we live with sin, because not a single one of us is without sin. Even when we’re Saved, we’re still sinners. I’m a sinner and thank God he listened to me the night I was ready to just be done with all of this living bologna. I am still not worthy of the love God gives me, but I’m grateful for it.
What I hope is that others who need it can feel the great release I felt that night when I cried at my table the wee hours of the morning and when I took communion again after about fifteen years of having missed out on it. I can’t describe it to you. I’m not saying my life has been easy since then. As a matter of fact, it seems harder in a lot of ways – I’ve had nightmares almost every single night, I’ve been impatient with my daughter, I feel like I’m having a constant battle in my mind. I’m exhausted.
Life changes, while exciting, can be tough, but it’s okay, because when I get down, I know I can get quiet and pray and meditate, or read the Bible. For example, last night at around two o’clock am I awoke after a nightmare and Psalm 102 was brought to my attention. After reading it, I was able to get sound sleep. It was comforting to learn that what I’ve been feeling isn’t new. People have felt this sense of longing for thousands of years. It’s a common human emotion.
The struggle is real.
The bashing of others.
That’s the stuff that I just can’t swallow.
We can bash what we hate, but in my heart of hearts, I think maybe we’ll help more people if we support what we love and instead of pointing fingers and preaching, we lead by example.
We help those in need.
Show mercy and kindness to those who are down.
And love people exactly where they are.
That’s what Jesus did.
You know, I got really tired of all the things that came into my life as a result of having a cell phone. I didn’t start bashing cell phones (okay, maybe a little) and preach how everyone in the world should get rid of theirs as well. I simply got rid of mine.
We can scream and fight and ban and bash all we want to, but our money and our personal actions speak volumes no sermon will ever match.
If you don’t like what Netflix is showing, cancel your subscription.
Dislike the two-mom scene in Toy Story 4? Don’t buy the movie.
That said, I do hope that maybe children can be taught how to love others who are different than them, rather than being taught to spread hate. Also, I hope that the parents who are so publicly screaming about this don’t make their children afraid to come out because they are terrified of being abandoned by the same people who claim to love them.
It makes me so sad.
There is so much hatred and a lot of it comes from the Christian “community.” This is why I ran away. This is why it has taken me decades of going back and forth to finally take the literal step back into a church. This is why it has taken me years to open the Bible again and I have a feeling I’m not alone in this.
This world has enough hatred.
What this world needs is some loving kindness. It needs Christ’s People to stand up and walk beside others to get on our knees and not just pray, but to wash their tired feet (literally and metaphorically) and show them loving tenderness.
“Love the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your mind and with all your strength. The second is this you should love your neighbor as thyself. There is no other commandment greater than these.” Mark 12:30-31
I don’t know. Maybe I’m wrong. Maybe I’m not strong enough in my faith to feel the need to scream out against things like commercials with an animated vagina singing about its happiness after being cured of a yeast infection. Maybe I don’t consider vaginas disgusting or dangerous to children. It’s a vagina. All women have them and I, for one, am tired of centuries of women and anything pertaining to women being considered dirty and dangerous in this society.
Call me crazy.
Maybe I don’t think it’s a big deal if some children have same-sex parents. It’s none of my business, just like it’s no one’s business about my heterosexuality. I didn’t choose my sexual orientation and neither did they.
Maybe I’d rather spend my time doing something else.
Anything else, to be honest.
We only have on average, between 65-100 years on this earth. That’s only 65-100 Winters, Springs, Summers, and Autumns. That’s it. That’s the span of time we’re generally allotted in this life.
Do we really want to spend our time hating others?
I know I don’t.