And now for something completely different...
I've found myself getting into the gay marriage debate a lot, lately. Perhaps it seems odd, to you, that a straight, heterosexually married woman with two kids (whose sexual identities are yet to be discovered) feels strongly about gay marriage rights, but, well, I do.
To be honest, the whole gay marriage/gay rights thing is one of the biggest obstacles between me and faith. I may have mentioned that I'm kind of ... searching, when it comes to religion, right now. We chose not to join the church where MG attends preschool because of their stance on gay rights. There was a lot that was right about that church, for us, but I cannot and will not support a group with my time and money that propagates a message of hatred and inequality. Nope. Won't do it.
A lot of people I care about are gay. A lot of public figures I admire are gay. To be honest, a lot of the boys I dated long, long ago are gay. And if some neuron in my head was aligned differently, I might be gay, too. Or you might. And I think that people who are LBGT have just as much of a right to live their lives authentically and free of the judgment of other peoples' religions as I do.
Oh, shut up, Amy, the videos say it better:
Seriously, if we're going to take Leviticus so very seriously, let's not forget that tattoos are banned, and you can't eat shellfish or pork or leavened bread at certain times, you can't cut your hair and a whole bunch of other stupid stuff. Oh, but it's ok to own slaves and to kill your children for hitting you. In fact, those things are encouraged. Cherry-picking is one of the most annoying qualities of the "faithful," in my opinion.
Shockingly, I think I am done with the horrible accounting project. And now I'm going shopping.