M, who blogs at fifty-one percent sure writes:
Anne Lamott said, in Bird by Bird, that "You can tell you've created God in your own image when it turns out that God hates all the same people you do." I think that is such an amazingly true statement. But what if it turns out God hates you just as much as everyone else? Perhaps that means you've created God in someone else's image.Read the rest of her post here.
Long after I'm done with breakfast, I'll be chewing on this.
Hi Christine!
ReplyDeleteI just found you via the new site BeyondExGay.com.
I am neither ex-gay, nor ex-ex-gay, just ex-straight!
But a sister in Christ and so glad to meet you.
Shannon
I'm famous! :)
ReplyDeleteThanks for linking to it. To see someone liking what I say means a whole lot to me. I appreciate the encouragement. It'll keep me writing and help me avoid the long gaps I tend to have sometimes.
Thanks again.
Shannon, so glad to meet you. Thanks for posting about bXg!
ReplyDeleteM, ha. Yes you're famous. Keep writing...but if you have any tips for avoiding long gaps, let me know eh?
Oh thank heavens, someone else thinks this too! I sometimes (probably more often than is healthy) imagine getting to heaven and God saying 'What was all this liberal crap? I'm with the fundamentalists! I hate gays, women should be in the home having babies, and good grief woman, have you desecrated your body with a nose ring?' And then I'll be forced to say 'Oh dear God, I don't like you very much. I think I'll pass on heaven, thanks all the same.' Fortunately, most of the time I'm convinced that the God I believe in is sensible and compassionate and has more important things to worry about than sex. Or nose rings.
ReplyDeleteLove your blog, here via your Glamour article.
Kate
Oh thank heavens, someone else thinks this too! I sometimes (probably more often than is healthy) imagine getting to heaven and God saying 'What was all this liberal crap? I'm with the fundamentalists! I hate gays, women should be in the home having babies, and good grief woman, have you desecrated your body with a nose ring?' And then I'll be forced to say 'Oh dear God, I don't like you very much. I think I'll pass on heaven, thanks all the same.' Fortunately, most of the time I'm convinced that the God I believe in is sensible and compassionate and has more important things to worry about than sex. Or nose rings.
ReplyDeleteLove your blog, here via your Glamour article.
Kate
I can remember sitting in 5th grade religion class and hearing my teacher explain that just about everybody was going to go to Hell. And I remember thinking, "that just can't be right." and I started doodling in my notebook my idea of the "path to heaven" which looked like a star, radiating paths of light. That teacher and I never did really get along well.
ReplyDeleteBut I had a quiet place to just go and listen, and it seemed to me that the God I found in the quiet place was a better God than the one that my school was trying to drum into me. So I wound up with a really wierd religious journey, but I also got the God of the quiet place and She's good enough for me.