I can say this with some authority since I am one. We’re supposed to deliver God’s mail to His people – but we’re more like the USPS than FedEx. We damage it, or get it dirty, or lose it altogether.
And we think we’re royalty. We sequester ourselves in these expensive castles (called “churches”) surrounded by moats (called “values”). We don’t associate with non-royal blood. The entire scheme is so repulsive I can’t even understand why I’m a part of it.
But…there’s God. And He’s good. And He’s ready to do great things, if we’ll listen. But we can’t listen if we spend all our time talking. Talking about “what God hates,” “why abortion’s wrong,” “marriage is between a man and a woman,” in short using God as a vehicle to justify our views. God speaks more about loving your neighbor than criticizing his lifestyle. And if you’d rather judge than join hands, then pick a different God. Stop pissing all over mine.
Have you seen Lars and the Real Girl? It’s about a young man who buys a “love doll” off the internet (realdoll.com), not for masturbation, but companionship. The community, recognizing the fantasy fulfills Lars’ social needs, cooperates – by lending clothes and talking to the doll as though she is a real girl. They make love their religion, and through these selfless rituals, they are reborn. This is the way of Christ. It’s awkward and thankless and odd, and it’s the most beautiful thing we could ever do with our lives.
I wish I had your gift with words, so that I could think of more ways of saying “Well said!!” that would adequately convey how greatly I admire you.
You must’ve just moved over here since I can’t find any other posts.
And Brad Pitt was certainly both hot and empty-headed in that movie. I really liked it altogether – entirely hilarious; what did you think of it?
I hope that I do not have to actually settle for a dog instead of a man… I think that would be terribly depressing for my soul and spirit.
I like this post a lot. Lars and the Real Girl is wonderful, and so is that analogy.
It was a beautiful movie, you are a beautiful writer, Kelly Clarkson is a beautiful disaster. Or is she singing about someone ELSE being the disaster? Yes, that’s it. I’m wrong. Oh well.
I love your site. It is magnifico. I will try to remember to visit. Because you rock.
Random thought: So I drug you to xanga and now, I present myself on wordpress. Frankly, xanga has lost its meaning much like most of my life lately.
Back to my comment: I love how brutally honest you are, how harsh, how you cut the depths of our souls.
That is why, among other reasons less threatening reasons, I love you, darling.
I made a convert out of you! AHAHAHAHA! Isn’t it just so much nicer! No Ads! Complete control! Ahhhh…