i've been blog-starved because so many of my fav blogs are on hiatus for camp/holidays. not only do i have less to read, but i get markedly fewer comments. a-boo. i no longer approve of either camp or holidays.
quote - i asked God, 'how could this law pass? we've prayed like we've never prayed before, we fasted, why is this happening?!?' end-quote. ok, i don't even know the woman who said this at tehillah toronto last night, but it made me so FREAKIN' angry. for those of you unfamiliar with my uber-liberal approach to such matters, here's a quick summary:
i) sex was intended for one man and one woman in a lifelong covenant with God (this has nothing to do with a piece of paper signed by a court official, but that's another issue)
ii) sin is a matter to be dealt with between God and the sinner, unless a third party is invited into the situation by either of the principals
iii) the mandate of the church is to worship God by (among many, many other things) loving people, sharing the good news of Christ, and fighting for the downtrodden
iv) the mandate of governments, particularly those in democratic countries, is to safeguard the freedom and well-being of citizens and residents alike and to represent the interest of those constituents in the way prescribed by their constitution
v) note how iii) and iv) are NOWHERE near identical
vi) there is - to me - something reprehensible about legislating morality. SO i think the church has more or less picked the wrong battle on this, and we should shut up and get back to iii).
our prime minister just confirmed that canada (along with the u.s. and japan) would NOT be increasing our aid to poverty-striken, starvation-ravaged nations. that makes whining about gay marriage seem . . . petty and misguided. (i'm using nice words.)
i'm in the process of rereading the gospels - starting with luke - but my recollection is this: jesus hung out with sinners and criticised the religious people (that's you and me, for the most part) for our treatment of the hungry, the thirsty, the naked, the imprisoned, the sick, the "least of our brothers." stop screwing around trying to preach righteousness and start preaching - and LIVING - some love.
my breakdown has followed from the above, and has focussed down into one simple question: "what does my love look like?" 'cause it feels like i'm doing jack squat at the moment.
had a loooong talk with my mom today about faith and the Biblical picture of God and justice and my dad. i cried. in front of her. my dad featured prominently in my soul paper so it was hard hearing that a lot of what i feel about our relationship he feels, too. but it was also good to have that confirmed. you want to be sure that you know what you're dealing with, right?
so . . . i'm a bit of a mess. like a construction zone, i suspect. the good kind of mess.
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