Our experiences, culture, upbringing and pretty much every single thing which makes us who we are will contribute towards the way we see and make sense of the world.
This is just the way things are, so we shouldn’t worry too much about a healthy bit of partiality. However, when our beliefs glaze our eyes in such a way that we can only see the things we agree with, well… when that happens, we should stop and think really hard about the opinions we choose to vomit. For if we don’t, we run the risk of choking on a lot of chunky stupidity. And because life is what it is (and some of us are extremely annoyed by behaviors that embrace ignorance), there will always be at least one person to point out to a self-blinded individual that he or she is acting like an ass.
I’m sure you’re wondering where I’m going with this… Fear not, my Wicked Luvs, you know I always share the beans. After reading No Power in the ‘Verse Can Stop this Leo, a person who has known me since before I had climbed my first mango tree, emailed me to congratulate me on “finally seeing the light and accepting Jesus as the only truth.”
If the email had come from someone else, I would have thought that it was a joke. But she wasn’t jesting. Her message went on to explain how she always worries about my “dangerous lifestyle.” The message was long… There was mention of hell, heaven, “women who should be reminded that their biggest responsibility is to bear children and obey the Lord…” I read the email a couple of times. Then I reread No Power in the ‘Verse Can Stop this Leo. I wanted to make sure that the Lord of the lady in question had not edited my post when I wasn’t looking. Nope, he had not hacked Blogger.
This was my response to her email:
Um… WTF is wrong with you? [I might have been a tad harsh; I have little patience for idiocy]. Are you so blinded by your understanding of faith that you can’t see that belief, goodness, transformation, spirituality, sacrifice, humane behavior and transcendence have nothing to do with religiosity? I assure you that if you were to open your eyes, your heart and then open your eyes again, you’ll see all the wonderful souls your devout madness has stolen from you.
By the way, this doesn’t mean that you aren’t allowed to see Jesus in my tale. On the contrary, art speaks differently to different hearts—hence some Bible reader see the good in their scriptures, while trying as best they can to cleanse their faith of ugliness that made sense to ancient minds whose views make most souls cringe these days. You should try talking to people. Asking is a very effective way of finding out truths; doing so will also keep you from sounding like an ass.
She hasn’t replied yet. I suspect she might not intent to do so. *cough, cough, cough*
These are my “Ha! Oh, you are actually serious!! Hahaha!!!” faces.
Some people’s children just make me cackle a bit madly.
Yep, they certainly do.