As a rule, we generally think of ourselves as nice people. We think of ourselves as being as being above average on friendliness and politeness. By all practical accounts people should like us. Our perspectives are rational and make sense to us; most people see the world from our point of view.
A god who does not intervene will not come to the rescue if we just pray harder. This god won’t choose between a football game and a cancer patient. But such a god much be just the source of energy that we need to continue fighting like hell.
I also thought about all the things he didn’t say. He didn’t say that she was pretty. He didn’t say that she was too emotional. He didn’t say that she was a member of the second best gender or that she should learn how to keep a house. He didn’t say that he cannot wait until she gets older so that people could objectify her and take advantage of their power over her. He said she was smart.
I heard this week that somebody called Michelle Obama an “ape in heels.” This is not the first time something like this has been said and I’m fairly certain that it won’t be the last. I will readily admit that I have an undying love for Michelle Obama and that love probably motivated me to sit and write about this, but know that I would feel the same way about any similarly egregious remarks.
In hindsight, my road to becoming an ally for my LGBT friends started with frustration. My church friends during college were angry with how prominently the campus LGBT group was featured at campus events. My friends thought that our Christian… Continue Reading →