My beautiful child...
My beautiful child...
Jesus is real. I love you. Those who hate you speak for neither Him nor for me.
The Gospel of Christ is love, and woe to those who knowing it use His name to cause suffering and death.
I’m sorry that people hurt you. That’s not what Jesus taught, and that’s not what He lived and died for.
When you say that you love me, do you mean it in the God’s Love kinda way? Or the human love kinda way?
Cause God created hell and then told everyone to worship him, and if you don’t, you go to there. He calls that love. I don’t want that kind of love.
To paraphrase Stephen Fry, God gives children bone cancer. I don’t want that kind of love.
God lets those that have unabashed hate for others live in his sanctuary and preach his message. I don’t want that kind of love.
God lets his priests sexually abuse others. I don’t want that kind of love.
God lets wars be carried out in his name. I don’t want that kind of love.
God destroyed Sodom and Gomorrah because of homosexuality. I don’t want that kind of love.
You can talk about Jesus’ teachings all you like, but actions speak louder than words. The Gospel of Christ is the love of an abusive partner. Say one thing, do another. God’s love is a terrible thing, and I want nothing to do with it, and anyone who does is a coward. If, and it’s a big if, if God is real, is he the kind of God you want to worship? Seems like a waste of effort at best, and a complete betrayal of others at worse. So, go ahead, spread his love around. Just remember what kind of love it is you are spreading.
As a bisexual man who grew up Christian, I feel you. It’s easy to assume our experiences are those that every queer Christian has ever felt. It’s easy to hear the stories of hate, maliciously disguised as ‘love’, and to throw that assumption onto a whole creed of people. I don’t know your story, and you don’t know mine, but one thing I’ve learned that I think might be worth sharing is it’s not a great idea to assume the intent of someone based on a group they belong to.
For so many years I lived in the closet, fearful that my Christian mother wouldn’t accept me. I finally came out to her in my thirties and I was met with nothing but love and acceptance. She actually quoted scripture to me to reinforce why she loved me no matter what. All I’m saying is that true Christian love does exist, and while it may be rare, don’t discount an entire population of people based on our learned notions about them. We humans are biologically trained to recognise patterns, but sadly that same impulse leads to stereotyping. We need to moderate those impulses to give others a fair chance to show they love us.
Anyway, big love to you and yours. I hope that you’ve been able to find acceptance in the family you’ve made for yourself.