Christian Persecution in the USAA lot of Christians seem to be fond of crying about the oppression they experience in American society. My first response is to laugh, but a lot of these people take themselves very seriously so I feel like I should give them a semi-serious answer to some of the claims I've heard. By "semi-serious", I mean I will include some facts but I will still have a deriding attitude. I can only try so hard. Now usually, I don't like formatting a question-answer session against an imaginary opponent since it seems unfair, but this isn't really an imaginary opponent. All of these statements or questions have been put to me before so, as far as I'm concerned, they are fair game.Christian Persecution in the USA in Philosophical More Like This
"Christianity is becoming endangered."
Honey, this is America. Christians are the vast majority in this country. A 2007 poll places the percentage at 78.4% Christian . The vast majority of our politicians and even our president identifies as Christian. The fact that people were
Love the sinner, hate the sinI feel like something needs to be said about hate-speech. I don’t mean Westboro Baptist Church picket signs or the crazed ramblings of TV show hosts trying to blame natural disasters on a small minority of the U.S. population. I’m talking about the polite words, the “loving” phrases that may Christians use that they may not realize are extremely hurtful and cruel to the recipients. I want to talk about all the ugly messages and meanings that are often conveyed through this speech that many probably aren’t even aware of.Love the sinner, hate the sin in Philosophical More Like This
Let me be clear that the purpose of writing this is not that I can’t handle hearing anything negative or that I’m trying to avoid getting my feelings hurt. Although I think those are valid reasons to avoid offensive language, this isn’t just about me. I can handle a little rudeness. My real interest is being able to clear the way for a more open dialogue between Christians and members of the LGBT community. This dialogue w
Insidious gender roles It should come as no surprise to anyone who knows me that I am a living defiance of gender roles. I’m not saying that to try to sound like I’m something special or that this is any great accomplishment; the world is increasingly open to women and men blurring the traditional lines that separated the genders. Nor was this defiance something I sought out. I simply am and have always been more on the stereotypically-masculine side of my culture’s personality spectrum. It’s not a big deal, I’m not proud or ashamed of it, and I don’t generally feel a need to point it out.Insidious gender roles in Philosophical More Like This
However, I have not always been so confident with this. I was raised in a sphere of Complimentarian beliefs, taught that men and women are created with a different “essence” and that the greatest fulfillment that a person can reach will be one within their gender roles. My own parents were not as strict with these
Seth and Serina Go On TourSeth and Serina Go On TourSeth and Serina Go On Tour in Short Stories More Like This
I met you in the suicide ward.
In a group therapy session they claimed would make us feel less alone, you sat across from me with your dark tussled hair and sunken eyes. You were wearing a stained denim jacket with patched elbows and torn sleeves. The group leader told each of us to go in a circle and exchange compliments with someone else to get the ball rolling. When the circle got to me, I told you your jacket made you look homeless and you told me my haircut made me look like an ugly dyke. We were both asked to leave. When we parted at the door, I told you to go fuck yourself and you told me to go to Hell.
I didn’t feel alone anymore.
In the night, I could hear you play guitar through the paper-thin hospital walls. And even though I had thick bandages around my wrists, and my fingers were cold and sore, I picked up my ukulele and harmonized to your melody. We played on and on into the night, together and apart, until the nurses asked us
Dear You (Or, Alternatively, Me)Dear You (Or, Alternatively, Me) –Dear You (Or, Alternatively, Me) in Teen More Like This
I worry about you sometimes.
I worry about how you are doing: who you are spending your time frolicking with, whether or not you have finally kissed someone, if you still get nervous easily. I worry about my friends in your time – are they still our friends? Or have you finally let them all go, or pushed them away, or left like we always dreamed of?
Sometimes I lay in bed in the late hours of the night, dreaming of your life. Do you remember? Do you remember staring at the dark ceiling so long it began turning red, tossing and turning, hoping and dreading what is to come? I wonder if the things I have done effect you as we have always worried they would; if they have broken you.
You see, the truth is – and I am certain you remember this about me – I fear you. I fear you like a lightning rod fears a thunderstorm. Do you remember why I fear you so? You do, don't you? Just as I shrink away from the possibility of becoming you, so you shrink
My First RantThere is a group of people that I hate with God's own passion: conspiracy theorists. In my mind, they are the one group that's intellectually holding the world back. And I'm not just referring to those whackjobs who go around bitching about the U.S. Government being behind 9/11, the Illuminati, the 2012 apocalyptics, the Freemasons, aliens, and the so-called 'New World Order'--whatever the hell that is. Those people (whom I refer to as the 'Tin Foil Helmet Crowd') aren't a problem because nobody with a brain stem takes them seriously. No, the conspiracy theorists I'm talking about are found everywhere. Everything will become clear when you're done reading. For most of this research, I thank K.C. Wilson, who wrote a brilliant article for Transitions, the bi-monthly newsletter of the National Coalition of Free Men (no connection, of course, to the Militia of Montana).My First Rant in Editorial More Like This
In the year 1590, a man named Peter Strubbe comm