Ireland has become the first country in the world to legalize gay marriage by a vote of its people. Meanwhile, here in Colorado, a high school cancelled the valedictorian’s speech, a model 4.5 GPA student, because in it he disclosed that he is gay.
In the background, inflamed by the looming Supreme Court decision this month over the legality of gay marriage, social media is rife with Christians claiming bigotry, claiming they will be forced to recognize, or even officiate at, gay marriages.
Many are predicting that Sacramento’s own Anthony Kennedy will be the swing vote in a 5-4 decision, but based upon the oral arguments, I am predicting a 6-3 vote in favor.
Overall, though, I am tired of the Buffet Bible Thumpers, and I am tired of hearing about Judeo-Christian values.
What exactly are “Judeo-Christian” values? Christians believe in a male God, and that Jesus Christ was his son, come to earth to save us all from our sins. Thus the term “Christian.”
Jews believe in the same God, but that Jesus was nothing but a wise holy man, and they are still awaiting the arrival of the Messiah.
Now, could two groups be more diametrically opposed? I think not. For instance, the Sunnis and the Shias are killing each other over something much less, the simple issue of brotherly succession to Mohammed.
Why are they Buffet Biblicans? They pick what they want, and skip over the things they don’t like.
The Jews are God’s Chosen People. The Bible is very clear on that. It is also as clear that Levitican law and Mosaic law, amongst others, apply to the Jews and the Jews alone. It says that in more than one place, including Ephesians. Look it up.
Christians don’t adhere to the Kosher dietary regime, and are particularly rebellious when consuming shellfish, which is an “abomination”— on the very same page as the well-hammered-upon abomination of man lying down with man.
Whether they like it or not, ordained ministers from all the mainstream religions are agents of the State. With no licensing or regulation, they sit on their tax-exempt properties and behind their tax-exempt status and perform ceremonies that change the legal status of citizens of the United States- and sometimes foreigners. Despite that, they want to discriminate against gay people, which can only be justified by their myopic reading of scripture. The same myopic reading of scripture that allows them to support the death penalty and ignore the part where the Lord says vengeance is his domain.
While all this is going on, we are noting the six-year anniversary of the battle over California’s Proposition 8. While that was going on, while Letters to the Editors were running rampant in many communities up and down the state, including my own, and I was being talked about on Sundays from the local Catholic pulpit — not by name, but by reference to the text of my letters.
At the time, this was the license plate on my van:
And this, one Friday night, is what their Judeo-Christian values led them to do:
Cowards. The only reason I don’t still have that license plate on one of my vehicles is that it frightened my family — that, along with the hate mail I was getting, did them in. Anonymous hate mail, of course.
All that being said, I have a god in my life, one that suits me quite nicely, and to whom I talk every day. Do I get any return messages? I am sure I don’t know.
You know what they say. If you talk to God, you are sane. If you actually hear God talking back to you, you are not.
On the other hand, where exactly do our thoughts, ideas, and decisions come from? I am sure that answer cannot be made.
The one thing I never do is try to impose my god on anybody else — ever. If the other 7.4999999 billion people in the world did the same thing, the world would be, and always would have been, a better place.
When I was a kid, television stations would often go off the air late at night with a video of a jet fighter, and a man reading the poem below:
Oh! I have slipped the surly bonds of Earth
And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings;
Sunward I’ve climbed, and joined the tumbling mirth
Of sun-split clouds, — and done a hundred things
You have not dreamed of — wheeled and soared and swung
High in the sunlit silence. Hov’ring there,
I’ve chased the shouting wind along, and flung
My eager craft through footless halls of air. . . .
Up, up the long, delirious burning blue
I’ve topped the wind-swept heights with easy grace
Where never lark, or ever eagle flew —
And, while with silent, lifting mind I’ve trod
The high untrespassed sanctity of space,
Put out my hand, and touched the face of God.
— John Gillespie Magee, Jr
As far as I am concerned, the Irish have slipped the sometimes-surly bonds of the Catholic Church, and truly touched the face of God.