Open Letter To My People
Jan. 22nd, 2009 04:44 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
debboamerik...And I mean Christians. I know a lot of you aren't that, so Pagans and Jews and Muslims and so on, please feel free to disregard this message. Thank you.
Dear brothers and sisters,
Christ is among us! What a wonderful message that is. What an amazing greeting. 2000 years ago, our God became man and he just can't stop loving us long enough to leave us.
Why aren't we focusing on that? This has been a really, really hard week for me, as a Christian, as an Orthodox Christian, as an openly lesbian Orthodox Christian, hell, as a Democrat who is an openly lesbian Orthodox Christian. First, there were some declarations made that my political beliefs were essentially "un-Christian." Then, there was a suggestion (made by one of our Western brethren) that because I reject the idea that God is knowable by the pure exercise of reason, I am "heterodox." Next, a whole barrage of attacks on the idea that one could be 1) gay and 2) Christian. It was put more subtly than that (one can apparently not have gay sex and be Christian), but it devolved into how-could-you-be-such-a-sinner-land (not my favorite vacation spot). Then there was the whole "Obama is Satan" thing going around. Really, I've had about enough.
Can we get back to what this is really about, please? Isn't it about prayer, sharing our lives with the people on this crazy planet, looking at everyone as though he or she were a small piece of God, and treating them with that kind of respect? I'm not saying I'm great at any of this, but isn't this how we should be looking at each other, too, as Christians?
I'm feeling beaten about, honestly, and far too emotionally injured to carry on. I need a little dose of Jesus at the moment. You know, the guy who loved me so much he couldn't bear not to create me. Him.
I'm completely fed up, folks. I need a break from my own people, and I'm really, really unhappy about that. Heck, I had a break - couldn't go to church for three weeks because I couldn't stand up and there was no one to carry me in. This was my welcome back.
So any of that love translated into human terms would be completely acceptable right now.
Love,
Me.
Dear brothers and sisters,
Christ is among us! What a wonderful message that is. What an amazing greeting. 2000 years ago, our God became man and he just can't stop loving us long enough to leave us.
Why aren't we focusing on that? This has been a really, really hard week for me, as a Christian, as an Orthodox Christian, as an openly lesbian Orthodox Christian, hell, as a Democrat who is an openly lesbian Orthodox Christian. First, there were some declarations made that my political beliefs were essentially "un-Christian." Then, there was a suggestion (made by one of our Western brethren) that because I reject the idea that God is knowable by the pure exercise of reason, I am "heterodox." Next, a whole barrage of attacks on the idea that one could be 1) gay and 2) Christian. It was put more subtly than that (one can apparently not have gay sex and be Christian), but it devolved into how-could-you-be-such-a-sinner-land (not my favorite vacation spot). Then there was the whole "Obama is Satan" thing going around. Really, I've had about enough.
Can we get back to what this is really about, please? Isn't it about prayer, sharing our lives with the people on this crazy planet, looking at everyone as though he or she were a small piece of God, and treating them with that kind of respect? I'm not saying I'm great at any of this, but isn't this how we should be looking at each other, too, as Christians?
I'm feeling beaten about, honestly, and far too emotionally injured to carry on. I need a little dose of Jesus at the moment. You know, the guy who loved me so much he couldn't bear not to create me. Him.
I'm completely fed up, folks. I need a break from my own people, and I'm really, really unhappy about that. Heck, I had a break - couldn't go to church for three weeks because I couldn't stand up and there was no one to carry me in. This was my welcome back.
So any of that love translated into human terms would be completely acceptable right now.
Love,
Me.
