The idea that God created humans that would eventually refuse to obey His commands and was then so personally offended by this disobedience that he could only forgive us for doing so by having us murder his only begotten son, is like me making a computer that I know isn’t going to work for very long and then being so personally offended by the fact it stops working properly, exactly as I knew it would, that I feel the only way I can forgive it for not being perfect anyway is to torture and murder my goldfish and then commemorate the event every week by eating fish crackers.
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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