Comment Policy

Cause it’s my (our) blog, my (our) discretion.

If you’re racist, sexist, assholish, repetitive, annoying or even just plain boring – I reserve the right to edit your comments and replace them with the Barney song

I love you
You love Me
We’re a happy family

Or maybe I’m a little teacup. It’s a mood thing really. Also possible are such nursery hits like The Ensy Weensy Spider or Humpty Dumpty.

I also may turn really awful comments into a blogpost to be made fun of and mocked accordingly. If you don’t like these policies you are free to write your own blog and you are free to write on your own blog how mean and horrible I am and how you’re just a poor misunderstood asswipe. But not here.

The Joys of Urban Living

Everytime I’m on the phone with my Aunt, some crazy always starts screaming in the background and she tries to convince me that the city is dangerous and I should move out to the boondocks.

But I’m urban, at the very least the crazies can sometimes be entertaining- like today.

Imagine Donald Duck’s voice trapped in the body of middle aged black man. Then imagine that man is possessed by the devil. In between screaming in what can only be ancient Aramaic, he’s hitting up everyone in 100 yard radius of the bus stop for “a quarter, a cigarette?” Then he goes back to screaming. He keeps getting closer and closer to me and an old woman who has decided that since I’m taller, she’s going to hide from him behind me. Finally the bus shows up.

The crazy man gets on the bus despite having no money for the fair, but his voice is so freaky that the bus driver just lets him go. The man sits at the front of the bus and manages to clear out all of the seats on both sides of the bus near him with his continued crazy rantings. He picks up the sports section of a newspaper someone left behind and in the demonic Donald Duck voice reads the paper out loud for the entire bus to here. When he is done with the sports section, he starts singing in the demonic voice. Eventually he gets off and one of those rare moments happens when a group of random strangers breathes a sigh of relief and starts cracking jokes with each other.

So thank you demon duck man, you may have terrified old ladies but you made a bus full of people smile for a minute.

Perspective

I’ve got less than 10 minutes to write this- so forgive typos

I have never been able to write my own name in the snow with my urine. I don’t have the kind of equipment that makes that easy for me. But just because it is not something i can do easily, I don’t deny that people can write their names in the snow.

I also have never been pulled over for driving while black. Actually, anytime someone has been pulled over while I’m in the car- they get off with a warning. That doesn’t mean that I don’t think black drivers get pulled over more often than whites. It means I listen to my black friends when they talk about their experiences and I believe that what they experience is real. i do not have to have known a situation to feel empathy for it.

So when I say that what I have experienced from Christianity is sexist and some guy goes out of his way to prove me wrong by twisting words, I wonder if he’s ever tried to walk a mile in someone else’s shoes- especially a pair of high heels?

Is that what you think?

And the Paul to the romans bit, nice but even lax Christians are told about how Eve made Adam eat the apple and got them banished and how woman was made from Adams rib. For Lot it was better to sacrifice his own daughters to be raped rather than let the Angels be (hello they’re Angels- can they not defend themselves?). And the only contemporary of Jesus who was a woman is portrayed as a whore and not a disciple. So yeah- pretty anti-woman. i don’t want anything to do with a religion that thinks sacrificing your daughters to rape is Christian thing to do.

Nature or Nuture

Does being born homosexual really matter in the fight for equality, or is it a way of framing the argument so that homeobigots have one less arrow in their quiver of reasons to discriminate?

I don’t think it matters one bit whether you choose to be gay or are born gay. However I can see the powerful argument to be made if people are born gay, particularly against religion. If we are born innocent and without sin, and we are born gay, then we are following in the path that God chose and homosexuality cannot be a sin or unnatural. However, if we choose to be gay, then we can repent and become heterosexual through choice. (Remember- this is all coming from a mostly straight agnostic).

But what if we frame it differently. What if we frame it the same way we do religion. Religion is a choice, yet we have legal protections in place that prevent people from discriminating on the basis of religion. If you’re an employer you can’t fire all the protestants in your company because you’re an Irish Catholic with a grudge. States cannot set laws baring people from certain religions from marrying. Churches may bar them, but the churches DO NOT provide any legal protections for married people, only states do. (Polygamy is a whole different can of worms- marriage gives two adults permission to speak for each other in case of an emergency and equal responsibility for each other’s well being, in polygamy no clear chain of responsibility can be established fairly. A church may marry more than 2 people to each other, but only one marriage will be recognized as legal and will get the legal benefits of that union.) States can’t even bar two people of different religions from marrying.

My flag decal turned upside down – what I should have said


OK, so back around July I posted this image on my myspace page.

As you can see, it consists of a US flag turned upside-down, The writing is quoted from the New Testament – Mostly the Sermon on the Mount – things Jesus said that pertain to being one of his followers, and how that relates to such things as power, money, war, revenge

Now i’m not a “flag-waver” most days (4th of july excepted, and no, I don’t think that’s hypocritical) but I do believe in the principles that flag is supposed to stand for. I don’t think we have any “good old days” to hearken back to where those principles were anything more than a wonderful dream of what could be. But I haven’t given up on the good ol‘ US of A just yet.


In nautical terms, a flag turned upside-down is a distress signal – a sign that all is not well aboard the vessel flying the colors. That’s how I interpret this, and how I think many people who are currently displaying the flag upside down intend it. The ship of state has been boarded by pirates masquerading as patriots.

I posted it to get a reaction, and maybe spark some discussion in my small circle


Well, I got a reaction.


One of my friends is a guy I’ve known for several years. His mom is a family friend, he & Sis went to camp together, and attended the same church for a while, we’re both in the same passion play off & on.


He’s currently in Iraq, doing “private security”. I don’t ask, don’t want to know, & when he comes home the rich man he hopes to (if he comes home in one piece) I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to look him in the eye. I don’t think I want to see what I think I would see there.


He sent me a message, asking me to take it off my default picture, saying it was “disrespectful” to those who have given their lives defending it.

I moved it from my default, out of respect for my friend, and shared some of my thoughts about why i had it on my page. I challenged him to consider the “religious wording” (his phrase) in the image in relation to some of the polices that were being promoted under the flag.

And I asked him about something he had posted on his page about all things being fair in love and war.

He replied with the complaint that the war was so politicized that they can’t do their jobs as effectively as they could if they could, say fire on civilians instead of worrying about offending the Muslims, who want us all dead, and how pulling out of the war now would mean that those who died already will have died in vain.

Now this is a guy who’s over there. now. in the middle of this hell. He’s there by his own choice, and being handsomely compensated (PSCs make in a month about what the average soldier makes in a year), yes, but in more than one way, he’s family. On the one hand, I want to shake him up with just what kind of evil he’s actively helping to perpetrate. On the other hand, I don’t want to mess with his head in a way that could literally get him killed.

So I told him that i wasn’t going to argue firehouse politics with a man inside a burning building. That I hope he gets home safely, sooner rather than later.


And I can’t help feeling that in that agreeing-to-disagree, I have failed my friend, and the cause of peace, and God.

I can’t help feeling there’s more I should have said.

I SHOULD HAVE SAID that they didn’t fire on civilians because they’re supposed to be the “good guys”

I SHOULD HAVE ASKED why he didn’t recognize Jesus’ words as anything more than “religious writing”

I SHOULD HAVE SAID that the blind nationalism so common in evangelical circles lately is dangerous, not only politically, and materially, but spiritually.


I SHOULD HAVE SAID that he will have to reckon with God about this eventually, and that I pray that he doesn’t wait till he’s on the other side of an IED.

I SHOULD HAVE SAID that I fear for his soul.

Kyrie eleison. Christe eleison. May God have mercy on us all.

Taking my head out of the sand

Way back when my brilliant cousin started this blog, she invited me to participate, partly as supplementary estrogen, and partly because “someone who could write from a liberal christian perspective would be an interesting contrast to all us secular agnostics and atheists.”

So some time near the beginning, by way of introducing myself, I posted a blog on what I mean by Christian. DeeK posted a response that at the time, hit me rather hard. Maybe he took my post as a clumsy attempt at evangelism, maybe he was just sharing his own perspective….I don’t know, and I suppose I lacked the courage to ask. Writing or talking about my faith among people who don’t share it is something that’s still a challenge to me. I’ve never been anxious to proselytize (something that gave me tremendous guilt pangs in my fundy-lite phase) even when I wanted to be a missionary (maybe i shoulda joined the peace corps instead…) and it’s hard to put into words what I wear under my skin.

The brand of Christianity I chose to identify with for much of my adolescence and young adulthood sometimes emphasized “The world hates us” so heavily over “God so loved the world” that any disagreement us youngsters encountered with non-believers was hailed as “persecution.”

I thought I had grown beyond that.. or that I was “too smart” to have internalized it very much. My fantastic liberal-Catholic-raised parents taught me better. I could argue the left-hand side of Christian politics with people 20 years my senior. Hot-headed and underinformed, but unwavering in my conviction that Jesus was a liberal.
But when DeeK said:

“I guess this is way of saying I accept the need to embrace others as wonder attempts, but I would like to leave the Jesus part out of it.”

I heard “Leave the Jesus part out of it.” Imperative. command. period. end of sentence.
I
completely missed that he also said “ I accept the need to embrace others as wonder attempts“
And I assumed he was saying “your superstitions are not welcome here you deluded irrational fool”

For that misperception, DeeK, I humbly ask you to forgive me.

Unlike my gutsier relatives, I’ve always been a “nice girl”. And I was new around here. And I thought I had offended. And my feelings were hurt, so i took my toys and went home like a big baby, at least where spiritual/religious matters were concerned.

How hypocritical that I accused Jovial of the same thing in comments some months later. I hope you will also forgive me.

Trouble with that is, my belief in God-what I really believe, that thing i struggle to put words to, not the knee-jerk prejudices I’m trying to unlearn in light of Truth- inform every part of my thinking, and to avoid that is to strip all my convictions of their meaning. This is not to say that I can’t participate in a discussion without regurgitating a bunch of random Scriptures – as a matter of fact I rarely quote the bible to make a point in a discussion with people who don’t accept it as authoritative(partly because I’m no biblical scholar and partly because I detest seeing proof-texts quoted out of context).

But I’ve discovered I feel almost as out of place among secular progressives as I do among conservative Christians, and for the same reason. Because the “natural” assumption in both groups seems to be that progressivism and Christianity(or ANY monotheistic faith, really) are so diametrically opposed as to be mutually exclusive; that I must be insincere in one or the other; that I am, in short, a “liberal” in spite of my belief in Christ. I don’t know how to respond to this sometimes.

So I’ve avoided the Red Queen’s many attempts to call me out & get me to do my job. Please forgive me, for having kept my head down when the wingnuts brought out the big guns. And please continue to call me on the carpet when I fall silent.

Apparently sometimes God talks to Christians through snarky agnostics, reminding us that hanging onto power in this world was never part of the plan.

Meanwhile I rant to my mom about how the power-mad maniac brigade currently claiming to operate in Jesus’ name looks more like the Antichrist than the Son of God. To which she invariably replies that I should write about it, talk about it, after all, I’ve been given a forum to do just that…..

Martin Niemöller, who learned firsthand the danger of being, literally, a “Good German”, put it this way:

In Germany, they came first for the Communists,
And I didn’t speak up because I wasn’t a Communist;
And then they came for the trade unionists,
And I didn’t speak up because I wasn’t a trade unionist;
And then they came for the Jews,
And I didn’t speak up because I wasn’t a Jew;
And then . . . they came for me . . . And by that time there was no one left to speak up.

I know, I said I don’t usually throw bible verses around without context, but here’s one I probably ought to remember:

James 4:17 Remember, it is sin to know what you ought to do and then not do it.

May my God forgive me for my complacency, and may the Spirit keep reminding me to do what I ought to do…