God Doesn’t Make Mistakes
I am following in the footsteps of many and posting on something of utmost importance. Although I have wanted to write openly about this for awhile, I am here with conflicting emotions.
With a heavy heart, because I am saddened by the recent loss of five teenagers and by how the people of our nation are so divided over this tragedy. And with the feeling of a burden lifted because I am actually writing openly about this.
I come from a place where the family unit is sacred. A place of church-going people. A place where votes are cast on morality. Where people are either saved or… in trouble. And this includes gays. Because gayness doesn’t go hand in hand with goodness. I come from a place where people say I am misled.
You see, I don’t share these views. All of my life I have passively received countless messages about how Liberalism and The Gays are ruining The American Family but rarely countered with my perspective because I just didn’t want to go there. I didn’t want to receive that lecture open up that discussion again. Yes, I am a grown woman with a family of my own, but keeping quiet is often easier than conflict- at any age.
But I now find myself in a time when pastors are preaching politics from the pulpit (how ’bout that alliteration, eh?), and hateful acts of bullying are occurring in our schools and neighborhoods every day, and Christians threaten to burn books precious to the souls of thousands just to say, “We are right and you are worthless.” And I can’t keep quiet any longer. Because if gayness is a sin, how do you define all of this?
I believe that gay is gay. Like black is black. No, I am not trying to compare apples and oranges, just bear with me. In 1950, did we walk around claiming black people chose the color of their skin? Because there sure as hell were a lot of Americans walking around saying that blackness was evil and lesser and not worthy of our schools and communities and churches. Americans felt threatened by a difference in skin color. Just like they feel threatened by homosexuality.
Thankfully, most of those people came to see things differently. That back is beautiful. That we are all beautiful, inside and out.
There is an old saying that God Doesn’t Make Mistakes. Does this not apply to gays?
I hope that someday Americans will come to see things differently. That we will truly see all people as beautiful, regardless of income, gender, skin, religious affiliation, spirituality, taste in music, who we call family, or who we love. That all parents will teach these principles to their children. Teach love and compassion to their children. Teach the true meaning of family to our children. Because at the end of the day, what really matters is not who we love, but that we have love to give.