Archive for February, 2014
I was sitting in church this morning especially attentive. My mind tends to wander sometimes on Sunday mornings. It usually happens in the middle of the sermon. What was it I needed to pick up at Wal-Mart? I really need to make a list. I can’t rely on trying to remember what it was I thought of in the shower. And walking aimlessly down every aisle until it hits me doesn’t always prove rewarding. But this morning I was not thinking about crackers or ice cream or dog biscuits or paper towels. I was thinking that in five days Governor Brewer of Arizona is either going to be a coward to her party and veto a heinous law or she is going to appease the legislature and thus make her state the poster child for hatred. As much as I’d like to think she will do the right thing, the queasiness in my stomach says something else.
What started me to ponder were some things that were in the lessons and the Gospel. Although they had no relation whatsoever to the state of events in Arizona, I thought it was rather ironic that they appeared at all considering the fact that the legislators are using religion as the basis for their bigotry. The first reading included these words: “You shall not render an unjust judgment; you shall not be partial to the poor or defer to the great: with justice you shall judge your neighbor…You shall not hate in your heart anyone of your kin; you shall reprove your neighbor, or you will incur guilt yourself…You shall not take vengeance or bear a grudge against any of your people, but you shall love your neighbor as yourself…”
When it was time to hear from The Gospel these words stuck in my mind: “You have heard that it was said, ‘You shall love your neighbor and hate your enemy.’ But I say to you, Love your enemies and pray for those who persecute you, so that you may be children of your Father in heaven…”
I question people who use religion as a crutch for their bias against others. I question their motives. I question their consciences. I question their sinless lives. But most of all I question their faith.
Love is love. Hate is hate. Evil is evil. With the stroke of a pen or the stamp from an ink pad one woman will decide which it is going to be. The burden of doing the right thing or letting “religious morals” take control rests upon her shoulders. When she was asked by the press on Saturday what she was going to do she said she “needs to think about it.” Really? Okay. But what is there to think about? What effect a law like that would have on Arizona? Would people stop coming to her state? Would the Super Bowl pull out next year? Would businesses decline to relocate there? Would their economy suffer? Would she be guilty of discrimination? Would she be labeled a bigot?
My guess is she is only trying to think about what was on her shopping list for the week.
If you want to know what really irritates me it’s people who tweet comments about gays and then try to take them back with “that’s not me at all” or say their statement was “taken out of context.” Taken out of context my ass. If it was you you wouldn’t have said it at all.
I applaud the coming out of Michael Sam, defensive lineman at the University of Missouri. It didn’t take long for the bashers to jump on board. Jonathan Vilma, linebacker for the New Orleans Saints was afraid that if Sam was drafted to a team in the NFL, he might “look at” the other players in the locker room, Vilma using himself as the object of the leering. “Don’t flatter yourself, dude. You ain’t all that” I tweeted to Vilma.
Am I to assume that all those pats on each others’ butts – on and off the field – are okay because the guys doing the patting are macho, heterosexual jocks? And when you score a touchdown and jump onto another player’s back that isn’t a little too gay? I can almost bet a lot of towel snapping goes on in the showers. All under the guise of “just buds horsing around.” Okay, if that’s what you want me to believe I’ll play your stupid game.
This is 2014 for pete’s sake. Grow up and get over yourselves. No gay football player is going to look at your junk in the locker room with salacious eyes, if that’s what you’re worried about. So keep your homophobic remarks to yourself. Then you won’t have to try to justify your “acceptance of everyone” in a feeble attempt to clear your name from being called a bigot. And just to be on the safe side, look around before you butt slap your team mate. You never know when you’ll find a photo of your hand on another man’s ass on twitter. You’ll have a lot of tweeting to do to get out of that one.