A Sunday Quickie

I don’t like it when people continuously play the victim and I hope that I don’t come across as that type of person. I prefer being victorious over things. I was not a victim of a random act of violence. I  willingly entered into the blinding haze of love. Most of my pain is somewhat self-inflicted. That doesn’t mean that I don’t suffer or that my pain, or that anyone’s pain, should be discounted.

The healing process has been a combined effort of my faith, my friendships and my mind. I began attending yoga and am working on healing some physical pain through massage. I had no idea how much these visits would enlighten my mind. I’ll save those adventures for a more lengthy post though.

As my youngest son would say, “I’m off to go see the Baby J.” I adore the teachings of Christ and the life that he lived. Everyone needs to believe in something. It’s okay to be in different boats but we all need oars…….or twin two-hundred horse motors.

Peace from the Rogue Mare


Am I the “right” type of Christian?

I know this will stir a few feelings and opinions on the topic of gays but I just need to get this out.

Yesterday I was horrified to see Governor Rick Perry’s advertisement which slammed gay people serving in the military. At first I was angry and then I thought that maybe I interpreted the message wrong. His message goes on to talk about how Christians are unable to talk openly about their beliefs and so on and so forth. I am a Christian. I know I will be persecuted. It says so in a Book that I read. I’m not the first and I won’t be the last. I’m okay with it because that’s the expectation. Will I attempt to pass for something that I’m not? No way.

I am also able to be a friend to anyone. It doesn’t matter what your belief, race, tribe, or sexual orientation. I was examining my openness and I suddenly began to feel like I was not a good Christian. Am I supposed to shun homosexuals? Would some of my fellow churchgoers consider me lukewarm? Then I thought about Christ. He was kind to prostitutes, destitute and lepers. Isn’t that who I’m supposed be like?

I don’t believe in the death penalty. There I go again. What a weird Christian! Where does it say that I have the power to decide when someone dies? Someone tried to convince me that we are simply following the law of the land by enforcing the death penalty. I’m not buying that bag of tricks. Which land? Shall we cut off one another’s hand if we are convinced that  someone stole something? There seem to be a lot of Christians who believe in the death penalty but not abortion. Wouldn’t the death penalty and abortion be classified as killing? They both have the same end result.

I’m done questioning myself. It is not my job to convince anyone that they are doing wrong. It is my job to love them and the Holy Spirit’s job to convict or guide. All of us ponder from time to time that another person is doing wrong but isn’t that when they need a friend the most?

If you don’t believe in God, I’m okay with that. That’s your choice. I just know that I have nothing to lose for believing and living the way that I do.

I’ve taken a few online quizzes to see if I’m a liberal or a conservative. Normally the computer gets frustrated and just crashes. It can’t even figure out what I am.

One last note, if you’re serving or have served in the military, gay, straight or none of the above, thank you for your service.

Peace from the Rogue Mare