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Anyone who knows me almost to any degree knows that I am posting this article, published this week in The Onion, with all the tongue-in-cheek attitude it deserves.   I fully support and uphold the beliefs that all human beings are worthy of certain basic rights.  I believe that compassion and empathy, the ability to appreciate and learn from our human differences, are exemplary qualities that make the world and its societies a more beautiful and enriching place to be.  If I believed in the omnipotent deity that so many in our culture do, I imagine a loving deity would be pleased and honored with this attitude. 

People like the ones characterized in this essay have crossed my path in life.  I think that most of us have encountered those who do not see the least amount of satire in an essay such as this.  They consider the attitude “if God had wanted me to have compassion for gays, He would have given it to me” to make perfect sense.  Responsibility and accountability for one’s actions and behavior is often in conflict with “God’s will” in their eyes.  It’s saddens my heart to know that there are those who accept hatred and scorn as the way it should be and use God to justify their predjudice.

However, the irony and satire of this piece profoundly amuses me.  It expresses my feelings in a way that a less satirical piece simply couldn’t.  

Here for your reading pleasure as well is:

If God Had Wanted Me To Be Accepting Of Gays,

He Would Have Given Me The Warmth And Compassion To Do So

By Jane Kendricks

I don’t question God. The Lord is my Shepherd and I shall put none above Him. Which is why I know that if it were part of God’s plan for me to stop viciously condemning others based solely on their sexual preference, He would have seen fit—in His infinite wisdom and all—to have given me the tiniest bit of human empathy necessary to do so.

It’s a simple matter of logic, really. God made me who I am, and who I am is a cold, anti-gay zealot. Thus, I abhor gay people because God made me that way. Why is that so hard to understand?

Here, let’s start with the basic facts: I hate and fear gay people. The way they feel is different from how I feel, and that causes me a lot of confusion and anger. Everyone knows God is all-powerful. He could easily have given me the capacity to investigate what’s behind those feelings rather than tell strangers in the park they’re going to hell for holding hands. But God clearly has another path for me. And who am I to question His divine will?

Compassion, tolerance, understanding, basic decency, the ability to put myself in another person’s position: God could have endowed me with any of those traits and yet—here is the crucial part—He didn’t. Why? Because the Creator of the Universe wants me to demonize homosexuals in an effort to strip them of their fundamental human rights.

I’m sorry, but you can’t possibly ask me to explain everything God does. He works in mysterious ways, remember?

Try to understand. If I were capable of thinking and acting any other way, then I’m sure I would, but God seems to be quite adamant about this one. He’s just not budging at all. So unless our almighty Lord and Savior decides to change His mind about my ability to empathize on even the most basic level—which I find highly unlikely—then everyone is just going to have to accept the fact that I’m going to keep on hating homosexuals. And I know that He will fill me with the strength to remain mindless and hurtful in the face of adversity.

Which isn’t to say that my faith hasn’t been tested. Believe me, there have been times when I’ve drifted from the bitter and terrified life God has chosen for me. When my younger brother told me he was gay, it shook my faith to its very core. But here I am, 27 years later, still refusing to take his calls. Just the way God intended.

It’s actually pretty astonishing how many complaints to the school board you can make regarding the new band teacher you’ve never met when you are filled with the Light of Christ and devoid of any real kindness or mercy toward His other children.

At the end of the day, I’m just trying to lead a good Christian life. That means going to church on Sunday, following the Ten Commandments, and fighting what I believe to be a sexual abomination through a series of petty actions and bitter comments made under my breath. Sure, I sometimes wish God would just reach into my heart and give me the ability to treat all people with, at the very least, the decency and respect they deserve as human beings. But unfortunately for that new couple who moved in three houses down, He hasn’t yet.

Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have God’s work to do.

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