“God Kills Gay People…”

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Luna Demands Attention with her Gigantic Paws!

 It almost never fails.  Soon after I take a seat at my desktop to write, Luna, the nemesis gracing the headline of this blog, comes and plants herself in the center of my chest, gazes at me with demanding eyes and taps the side of my face with her gigantic polydactyl paws.

I used to be one of these writers that believed when inspiration “hit” you’d better write it down quickly before it slips away.  I no longer subscribe to that idea.   I’ve found if the general idea is of any worth it lodges itself in my psyche and patiently awaits for my retrieval.  However, it is good to have paper and pencil in hand to jot down the random ideas that pop into my head, but I don’t feel the pressure to rush to my desktop to write like a mad woman before the well of inspiration runs dry.  Later, when I sit to write I glance at my scribbled scratches and the ideas materialize and become a creative energy that blossoms like a rose.

As a writer, I’ve learned to rely upon this creative energy, and so I don’t panic when Luna jumps into my lap for love.  I may become impatient, and if I do I remind myself that this little creature finds joy in my presence.  My heart warms at the thought, so I hold her in my arms, and talk to her like a doting mother would talk to her baby, and I am filled with joy.

Isn’t it amazing how joy can be found in something so simple?

What a concept!  It’s so simple that most of the time we overlook and even bypass those things that contain great nuggets of joy.

The disciples of Jesus were guilty of this.

One day, some two thousand years ago, Jesus was teaching in the region of Judea beyond the river Jordan.  The Pharisees came and asked him a trick question hoping to trip him up. Jesus was in the throes of this important conversation when a group of parents attempted to bring their children for his blessing.

His well-meaning disciples told them not to bother Jesus with such trivial matters…after all, he had a theology to debate, sick to heal, and souls to save.  But, Jesus looked up from these “important tasks” to witnesses the children being turned away.  I’m sure he noticed their disappointed faces.  Surely, the children felt rejected by Jesus, even though it had been his disciples that turned them away.  No doubt the children faces were streaked with tears from the hurt of his rejection.  Jesus, they thought, was too busy and had no time for mere children.  Seeing what was happening, Jesus became angry at his disciples and he called out (I believe with a loud voice)…

“Let the children come to me.  Don’t stop them!  For the Kingdom of God belongs to those who are like these children.”

Can you relate to these children?  Do you feel Jesus is too busy for you?  Perhaps you feel his rejection because of “this sin” or “that sin” you may harbor in your life.  Have you felt the judgment of others and mistakenly believed it to be God’s judgment as well?

Once, many years ago, a “well-meaning man of God,” warned me of God’s imminent judgment.  I can still hear his voice saying…

“God is going to kill you.  It may not be today and it may not be tomorrow but mark my words, if you don’t repent of your sin of lesbianism, He will kill you.” 

I remember that night well.  I was standing in my kitchen with the phone to my ear hearing his words…

“God hasn’t told me to stop praying for you, yet…but when he does I’ll know it’s time to get in my car and head south in order to attend your funeral.”

As I listened to his words, I became just like the children who had been turned away by Jesus’s disciples.  Tears streaked my face and the darkness of God’s rejection shook me to the core.  For days and weeks afterward, I was paranoid, carefully watching for some wayward driver careening out of control, and on a collision course for me and my little Toyota Tercel.  In time and through my constant faith in a loving God, my fears eventually subsided and gave way to a peace I didn’t understand.

As a Christian lesbian, I look back upon the unsure days of my “coming out” and realize Jesus’s presence was with me through all the tears and sleepless nights.  Just as he did to the rejected children, Jesus beckoned me to come, and he took me in his arms, placed his hands upon my head, and gave me the blessing of his unconditional love.

There are so many “religious folk” who still worry about my eternal soul, and to them, I’d like to say that my relationship with Jesus is far sweeter…far closer than it ever was when I was living a lie as a straight Christian.  There is no comparison.

Friends, Jesus is not too busy for you.  He longs for you to come to him like a child.  He doesn’t care if your face is dirty or if your knees are skint, he opens his arms to ALL of his children…and that includes you, wherever you find yourself to be.

Relationships with God are meant to be as simple as cuddling with your kitten.  There is no contract to read or sign.

No Ph.D. is required.

Go to him with child-like faith, and He will open his arms and never reject you.

Great Joy is found in the Simplicity of His Love.

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"You may pet me now."

Restore to me again the joy of your salvation… (David)

However, those the Father has given me will come to me, and I will never reject them.  (Jesus)

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Daily Addictions:  Gigantic 

 

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Wash Yourselves

 

happy summer

I like a new bar of soap.  It’s fresh, untouched and most of the time, smells nice.  Soap is a good thing; however, it’s not very useful unless we apply it to our bodies.

Approximately 760 years before Christ, the prophet Isaiah, admonishes the Jewish people to wash and make themselves clean.  It seemed Israel, as a whole, had become outwardly religious but with all their religious acts they failed to help the poor and the needy.  As “good people of God” they still brought their sacrifices to the Lord, kept their traditions and observed the Sabbaths; but God, called their religious efforts an abomination, and even likened them unto Sodom and Gomorrah.  Now, this association had nothing to do with the “sin of homosexuality,” which is, so often, wrongly attributed to these cities.  No, their sin was the same as “their sister, Sodom…they did not help the poor and needy.” (Ezekiel 16:49)  And so, for this cause, Isaiah tosses a “bar of soap” to the religious crowd and says, “Wash yourselves and make yourselves clean. Stop doing the evil things… Treat people fairly. Punish those who hurt others. Speak up for the widows and orphans. Argue their cases for them in court.” (Isaiah 1:16)  I wonder just how many religious organizations today need that same bar of soap?

It’s important to be clean, especially if you enjoy having friends.  I remember, as a kid, I played hard outside all day, and as a result when I came inside for the evening, I looked and smelled like a motley critter.  My mama would always make me take a bath, to wash away the dirt and grime.  It was so much fun getting dirty, but for some reason, I never liked the “getting clean” part.

I have the same problem today, not physically but spiritually.  Most days begin like a bullet from a gun.  The moment my feet are on the floor my mind is ten steps ahead, mentally taking care of whatever’s next.  By the end of the day I’m exhausted and all I want to do is eat and veg in front of the television, until I fall asleep.

While this may feel good at the time, in the long run, it wrecks havoc upon not only my physical health but also my spiritual health.  By the end of most days, I’m overloaded with all the cares of my day, and so when I lose myself to television, and social media, as much as I love them, I only add to that burden.  The more I wallow, the more filth I collect, and in the end I actually feel dirty.

So, instead of falling prey to this bad habit, each day I try to take the time to wash and cleanse myself of anxiety, insecurity, guilt, shame, fear and disappointment.  My soul and spirit desperately need a renewal and a refreshing.  The apostle Paul, also recognized this when he wrote, “…do not be conformed to this world, but be transformed by the renewing of your mind.”  (Romans 12:2)  In his letter to the church of Corinth, he reminds the Christians that God has given us all things through grace by faith therefore,  “… we do not lose heart. Though outwardly we are wasting away, yet inwardly we are being renewed day by day.” (II Corinthians 4:16)  It takes some effort, but each night, Corinne and I, set aside a time to slow down, breathe, pray and meditate upon God’s unconditional love.

God tells me, over and over…and over again just how much he loves me.  He loves me so much that “He gave His only begotten son” to me. (John 3:16)  When I read God’s love affirmations, I make them personal, as if I were the only person in the world, because that is exactly what he desires of me, an intimate personal relationship.  And that’s exactly what he wants from you too.

Talk to Him…listen to Him…learn of Him…experience His love.    He is yours and you are His.

God loves each of us as if there were only one of us.  ~ Augustine

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Photo by Ron Becker

 

 

(This post is in response to the daily prompt:   Have you ever made a New Year’s resolution that you kept?)

 

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