The Christian question comes down to whether we should base our morality and our entire life on the interpretation of the most murderous book in human history, in order to save our own soul from hell by pretending to have the moral authority to tell everyone else how to live to save their souls, or whether doing such a thing is simply our desire to assert some power and control over others, while always being able to defer the responsibility for doing so to our imaginary friend we call “Jesus” (who’s blood we drink every Sunday and who’s execution device we wear as a gold ornament around our neck)?
I grew up in a family that is about as homophobic as Phil Robertson and the Westboro Baptists, only they're not quite as boisterous about it; at least not in public anyway. They have also conveniently convinced themselves that their homophobia is really just their unique Christian ability to "hate the sin, but love the sinner" (even though these very same Christians adamantly refuse to accept that people can "hate Christianity, but love the Christian"). The sexual superiority complex necessarily relied on by such Christians is, of course, blanketed beneath the lambs wool of the Christian humility of serving "God." They interpret their fear of those who are different, in other words, as simply proof of their intimate knowledge and love of God. And the only thing such Christians are more sure about than that their own personal version of "God" exists, is that such a "God" would never want people to be homosexual - no matter how ma...
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