Tuesday, May 26, 2009
Marriage and Religion
Since the court's decision, there have been a string of comments on Facebook from my friends that pretty much say the same thing...California sucks! One in particular really got me thinking though. A friend of a friend, whom I have never met, said that because she is a Christian, she doesn't believe in gay marriage. If you all remember the Miss USA pageant, Miss California pretty much said the same thing as well.
Here's what I don't understand about that argument...How can people stand behind a religion that promotes love and compassion and use it to justify that a certain group of people should be denied their civil rights? Christianity has many interpretations with some Christian churches being for gay marriage and others against it. No single interpretation speaks for ALL Christians. What I do think most Christians agree upon is that Christianity has its roots in love. "Teacher, which is the greatest commandment in the Law?" Jesus replied: "Love the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your mind. This is the first and greatest commandment. And the second is like it: Love your neighbor as yourself. All the Law and the Prophets hang on these two commandments." --Matthew 22:36-40
So here's the thing...If you want to be against gay marriage, you are definitely entitled to that opinion. But don't attempt to justify your opinion because you are a "Christian." The marriage that gays want recognized by the state is a CIVIL marriage. There is a difference between a CIVIL marriage and a RELIGIOUS marriage. Believe me, I don't want to get married in a church that doesn't believe in gay marriage. I just believe that I should be entitled to the same marital rights offered by the government to heterosexual couples.
Thursday, January 29, 2009
A Mother's Plea
“Homosexuality is a sin.”
“Homosexuals are doomed to spend eternity in hell.”
“If they wanted to change, they could be healed of their evil ways.”
“If they would turn away from temptation, they could be normal again.”
“If only they would try and try harder if it doesn’t work.”
“These are all the things I said to my son Bobby when I found out he was gay. When he told me he was homosexual, my world fell apart. I did everything I could to cure him of his sickness. Eight months ago, my son jumped off a bridge and killed himself. I deeply regret my lack of knowledge of gay and lesbian people. I see that everything I was taught and told was bigotry and de-humanizing slander. If I had investigated beyond what I was told, if I had just listened to my son when he poured his heart out to me, I would not be standing here today with you filled with regret. I believe that God was pleased with Bobby’s kind and loving spirit. In God’s eyes, kindness and love are what it’s all about. I didn’t know that each time I echoed eternal damnation for gay people, each time I referred to Bobby as sick, and perverted, and a danger to our children, his self-esteem, his sense of worth, were being destroyed. In fact, his spirit broke beyond repair. It was not God’s will that Bobby climbed over the side of a freeway overpass and jumped directly into the path of an 18-wheel truck which killed him instantly. Bobby’s death was the direct result of his parent’s ignorance and fear of the word gay. He wanted to be a writer. His hopes and dreams should not have been taken from him, but they were. There are children, like Bobby, sitting in your congregations. Unknown to you, they will be listening as you echo Amen. And that will soon silence their prayers, their prayers to God for understanding, and acceptance, and for your love. But your hatred, and fear, and ignorance of the word gay will silence those prayers. So, before you echo Amen in your home and place of worship, think, think and remember, a child is listening.”
Saturday, January 3, 2009
Whoever said “getting there is half the adventure” didn’t fly standby
I finished my last final exam and had about five hours to pack everything necessary for the ten day trip. I didn’t think we were going to get on the flight that night because it was pretty full, but we had to give it a shot. After waiting around for about three hours, my prediction was correct—no such luck with leaving that night. The bright side of it all was that we were near Bob’s Big Boy!!!
We had no such luck the next day. The first flight was out of Burbank. First it was delayed two hours, then another hour, then eventually cancelled. We then drove to Long Beach airport to try and get out of there only to discover that the flight that left an hour before we arrived had TWENTY-SIX OPEN SEATS. Thanks a lot Burbank flight! We tried several other flights and had no luck. We could have boarded a flight that had a layover in Salt Lake City, but then we would have been stranded. I didn’t think it was a good idea for two gay men to be stranded in capital city of the Mormon church.
Saturday was a new day. Our best chances pointed to a few flights out of Long Beach so that’s where we started. No such luck with the first two nonstop flights. Our hopes were up when we were told the flight with a ten hour layover in Portland was looking good. After watching about twelve flights leave without us, we were excited to at least be going somewhere. Well, while en route to Portland, the flight from Portland to New York was cancelled. I can’t even describe the feeling when you look at the screen and see cancelled next to your flight when you're in a strange city. It turns out Portland was experiencing the worst snow storm in many years and pretty much every flight was cancelled. Not knowing how long we were going to be there, we found a hotel and checked in.
After several calls, it seemed like to get to anywhere (either to New York or back home), we had to get to Seattle. Portland was experiencing freezing rain which prevented planes from flying while Seattle just had snow. We got to our hotel and attempted to make the most of our night there. However, since Portland isn’t use to such severe weather, everything was shut down—movie theaters, restaurants, etc. The next morning, we began our search for a way to Seattle. Our first attempt was on the Amtrak. A few hours after booking the train, we received a call that all trains were cancelled. Our next attempt was on the Greyhound bus. When we called to book a reservation, we were told that all buses through Portland were cancelled. Our third attempt was purchasing two one-way flights on Alaska since they were still allowing people to make reservations. When we showed up to the airport and stood in line to check in, they told us all flights were cancelled. We were definitely not going to rent a car to drive because neither one of us felt comfortable driving. So it looked like we were in Portland for another night, until we noticed there was room on the midnight flight from Portland to New York. This was our last and final attempt—if we didn’t get on this flight, the next step was go home and enjoy Christmas in Santa Monica. Our luck changed and we were able to board. After sitting on the plane at the gate for three hours as the plane was being de-iced, we were finally off to New York! Ten days in New York turned into seven, but we still had a great time (a blog about our trip will be coming shortly).
So, the moral of the story is: never fly standby during the holiday season when so many parts of the country are experiencing the worst winter storm in years!
