Anyone who follows this blog in any way, shape, or form would probably correctly assume that I am opposed to gay marriage.
More precisely, I believe in traditional marriage between a man and a woman. Why? Because marriage is an institution created by God to serve a very specific role within his creation – to procreate, and then to provide a stable, loving environment for those little beings who were procreated.
As our pastor pointed out recently, it’s pretty obvious how’s it’s supposed to work. Just look at the anatomy. A man and a woman fit together in a way that no two women or two men can. Man and woman were made for one another.
When God told Noah to load the ark two by two, would the whole plan have worked if he loaded two male elephants and two female horses? I think not.
Okay. We’ve established where I stand on the subject. And now many of you have made a few judgements about me.
I’m a hater. A bigot. A close-minded, ignorant, bullying jerk.
I can handle that.
And I’ll still love you.
Go ahead. Unfriend me on Facebook. Erase my contact info from your phone if you feel you must.
After you read the rest of what I’ve got to say.
Because here’s the news flash: it is possible to disagree with someone’s actions and still love them.
Case in point:
Most of you know that I wasn’t always the Bible-loving Catholic woman that I strive to be today. In fact, in my earlier years, I “lived in sin” with my boyfriend. Of course, at the time, I joked about that whole living in sin thing. Sin wasn’t something I really took seriously. Cohabitation seemed practical and convenient, not to mention that it was what everyone else was doing, and I was in love and we planned to get married.
But I digress. What I’d actually like to examine here is my parent’s response to my lifestyle choice.
My parents did not approve.
I knew this without them saying a word. But, because she loved me, my mom had a very, very difficult conversation with me. One in which she had to use that three letter “s” word no mom born before the sixties wants to have to use with her daughter.
I’ll give you a hint. It ends with an “x” and has an “e” in the middle.
This had to be an incredibly difficult topic for my mom to broach. But she did it anyways. Why? Because she loved me. And, in her love for me, she did not want to stand back and let me enter into a sinful situation without doing everything she could to prevent me from making a mistake. A mistake that she knew would drive me further from God.
Did you catch that one sentence?
Because she loved me…
In today’s world, people seem to think that, if we love someone, and they do something we believe to be sinful, we should keep our mouths shut.
No. Scratch that. Keeping our mouths shut is not enough.
We must actually change our value system and accept that the actions of the other are perfectly fine.
Otherwise, we’re haters, bigots, and close-minded jerks.
Thank God I got married to that live-in boyfriend. Otherwise, I’d have to feel offended by my parents, who would not have changed their views and thus, by today’s standards, must surely hate me. I’d have to call them haters and bigots and close-minded throwbacks.
But wait. They never did hate me. They stuck to their value structure and shared it with me.
Out of love.
Let the trash talk begin. Feel free to comment below.
(Be warned that all comments are moderated. While I will attempt to respond to all respectful comments, I reserve the right to edit any inappropriate content. I also reserve the right to take a really long time to respond because it’s hard to focus with five kids running around the house. But I’ll do my best.)