In Defense of My Faith- A Rant About Westboro Baptist Church I was just watching the news and am absolutely DISGUSTED about what I just saw. Apparently, Westboro Baptist Church’s actions just got defended by the Supreme Court. In case you don’t know, Westboro Baptist Church has been loudly protesting soldiers’ funerals with anti-gay signs, and screaming about how the deaths in the Middle East are somehow connected to America’s acceptance of gay rights, for a couple of years now. (Wikipedia Link Here.) This is horrible and wrong! I’m gonna just put aside the whole gay rights issue for a bit, and get straight to the part that really ticks me off the most. The fact that they are picketing funerals.  And, not just any funerals, SOLDIERS funerals. Funerals are a time for families to grieve and finally lay their family member to rest, and families of soldiers especially deserve the right to do this in peace. The soldier just laid his or her life on the line for those bigots’ “freedom of speech,” the least they could do is respect the lost life. But no, they have to yell about how “God is taking the soldiers lives as payment for America’s acceptance of homosexuality.” I don’t exactly see how they came up with that, and I really could care less. It’s disturbing and immoral what they are doing. I mean, seriously, even if you HATE a person, you shouldn’t go attack their funeral. I’ve always been taught that your rights only go as far as they don’t infringe on others, and I was pretty sure that that was the way our country was run. It’s why we have copyright laws, privacy laws, equal rights laws, and have some sources of censorship, so that no one is destroying someone else’s rights. Apparently, I was completely mistaken, as evidenced by the Supreme Court’s decision to allow the “church” to continue boycotting funerals. Someone should have told them to not feed the trolls… Okay, on to the entire point of my typing this. As a Christian, I can safely say that we are not all like this. I know that because of tyrants like Westboro Baptist Church, we Christians are being put in a negative light about a lot of things, including gay rights.  I’ve been going to a Southern Baptist church since I was in third grade, and yes, we do get taught that homosexuality is a sin. But, we are also, in that same breath, taught to not hate others based on their choices. We are taught that it is just as bad in God’s eyes, as lying, or stealing your friend’s piece of gum. I have a ton of friends who are homosexual, and you know what, I might not agree with what they are doing, but I love them just the same as my straight friends. Who the heck am I to tell them that they are wrong? They are happy, and I am happy for them. People like Westboro Baptist Church have yet to understand that. They are so concerned with stopping homosexuality, that they aren’t seeing the path of destruction and hurt they are leaving across the way. As for the Supreme Court, I feel that if they weren’t all so busy pushing an agenda, maybe they would have considered asking the protestors to at least turn it down a notch.This stuff is just plain offensive any way you look at it. I know that all the time, people who claim to be Christians so terrible things like this. Wasn’t it Jesus who told us to “Love our Neighbor as Ourselves?” If I remember correctly, it was kinda the “big commandment” for us to follow. I think that if everyone just kept this in mind all of the time, a lot of this crap wouldn’t happen, and maybe, just maybe, we could all work out our differences and learn to love each other for who we are- God’s children.

In Defense of My Faith- A Rant About Westboro Baptist Church

I was just watching the news and am absolutely DISGUSTED about what I just saw. Apparently, Westboro Baptist Church’s actions just got defended by the Supreme Court.

In case you don’t know, Westboro Baptist Church has been loudly protesting soldiers’ funerals with anti-gay signs, and screaming about how the deaths in the Middle East are somehow connected to America’s acceptance of gay rights, for a couple of years now. (Wikipedia Link Here.) This is horrible and wrong!

I’m gonna just put aside the whole gay rights issue for a bit, and get straight to the part that really ticks me off the most. The fact that they are picketing funerals.  And, not just any funerals, SOLDIERS funerals. Funerals are a time for families to grieve and finally lay their family member to rest, and families of soldiers especially deserve the right to do this in peace. The soldier just laid his or her life on the line for those bigots’ “freedom of speech,” the least they could do is respect the lost life. But no, they have to yell about how “God is taking the soldiers lives as payment for America’s acceptance of homosexuality.” I don’t exactly see how they came up with that, and I really could care less. It’s disturbing and immoral what they are doing. I mean, seriously, even if you HATE a person, you shouldn’t go attack their funeral.

I’ve always been taught that your rights only go as far as they don’t infringe on others, and I was pretty sure that that was the way our country was run. It’s why we have copyright laws, privacy laws, equal rights laws, and have some sources of censorship, so that no one is destroying someone else’s rights. Apparently, I was completely mistaken, as evidenced by the Supreme Court’s decision to allow the “church” to continue boycotting funerals. Someone should have told them to not feed the trolls…

Okay, on to the entire point of my typing this. As a Christian, I can safely say that we are not all like this. I know that because of tyrants like Westboro Baptist Church, we Christians are being put in a negative light about a lot of things, including gay rights. 

I’ve been going to a Southern Baptist church since I was in third grade, and yes, we do get taught that homosexuality is a sin. But, we are also, in that same breath, taught to not hate others based on their choices. We are taught that it is just as bad in God’s eyes, as lying, or stealing your friend’s piece of gum. I have a ton of friends who are homosexual, and you know what, I might not agree with what they are doing, but I love them just the same as my straight friends. Who the heck am I to tell them that they are wrong? They are happy, and I am happy for them.

People like Westboro Baptist Church have yet to understand that. They are so concerned with stopping homosexuality, that they aren’t seeing the path of destruction and hurt they are leaving across the way. As for the Supreme Court, I feel that if they weren’t all so busy pushing an agenda, maybe they would have considered asking the protestors to at least turn it down a notch.This stuff is just plain offensive any way you look at it.

I know that all the time, people who claim to be Christians so terrible things like this. Wasn’t it Jesus who told us to “Love our Neighbor as Ourselves?” If I remember correctly, it was kinda the “big commandment” for us to follow. I think that if everyone just kept this in mind all of the time, a lot of this crap wouldn’t happen, and maybe, just maybe, we could all work out our differences and learn to love each other for who we are- God’s children.

This is a picture of me in my Ravenclaw costume. Why am I wearing this? Tomorrow, I have to present a “eulogy” on JK Rowling, and I have to have an “attention getter” so, I’m going to come in dressed as this with my wand. Gonna be some fun stuff. :)
dancinkaity: benight3d: The Butterfly Project: The Rules are:1. When you feel like you want to cut, take a marker, pen, or sharpies and draw a butterfly on your arm or hand. 2. Name the butterfly after a loved one, or someone that really wants you to get better.3. You must let the butterfly fade naturally. NO scrubbing it off.4. If you cut before the butterfly is gone, you’ve killed it. If you dont cut, it lives.5. If you have more than one butterfly, cutting kills all of them.6. Another person may draw them on you. These butterflies are extra special. Take good care of them.7. Even if you don’t cut, feel free to draw a butterfly anyways, to show your support. If you do this, name it after someone you know that cuts or is suffering right now, and tell them. It could help. This is actually a very good cause. Good to see something like this on Tumblr.  I agree. I actually probably will take part in this also. They may be really crappy butterflies though….
Monster Hey, So, I haven’t exactly been posting on this as much as I would like, and I figured that since I couldn’t sleep, why not post something on here and see what y’all think. Anyways, this next thing I’m posting is kinda confusing-ish, and to be honest I have no idea what I want to do with it next, so yeah. It probably doesn’t help that I haven’t gone anywhere NEAR editing it. Consider it a kind of “prologue,” if you will. @font-face { font-family: “Cambria”; }p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal { margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; font-size: 12pt; font-family: “Times New Roman”; }div.Section1 { page: Section1; } In the darkest hours, we learn that we are closer to our deepest fears than we could have imagined. We learn what it is to be a Monster.            They were sleeping next to each other in the cold basement of her parents’ house. They didn’t know why they were always exiled to there when they hung out, but they did know that it wasn’t as a reward. It was always frighteningly cold and they were never given anything more than a threadbare quilt and two thin pillows to sleep with on the lumpy mattress. Monica especially, never understood her parent’s logic. Throughout her sixteen years of life, the only time her parents were ever anywhere near cruel was when Jasmine decided to sleep over there, and even then, only at nighttime.             There was a sudden creaking from the stairs that woke up both girls with a start. Jasmine, deciding that the source of the sound wasn’t important, fell back to sleep almost instantly, while Monica couldn’t help but feel as if she was missing something big. In all of the times she slept down here, not once had those stairs ever creaked. Without making a sound, she got up and padded over to the foot of the stairway that led to her kitchen. Not seeing anything, she climbed up and opened the door, making her way towards her bedroom. If she was already up, she might as well get some real sleep, was her thinking, as she neared her door. She hesitated. She could have sworn she had turned her lights off, yet there it was, pouring through the crack between her door and the floor. Confused, she opened her door slowly and peered in.             She could not believe she had never noticed it before. There was writing all over her walls and ceiling as if someone had attacked them with glow-in-the-dark paint. She couldn’t understand most of what she assumed were words and numbers, excepting the frequent mentions of hers and Jasmine’s names. She started getting dizzy from looking at it all and ended up next to her bed before realizing someone was in it. Shocked, she tried to talk to the person, trying to wake him or her up. Finally, the being turned towards her and grabbed her hand. Before she could even see her attacker, everything turned black.

Monster

Hey,

So, I haven’t exactly been posting on this as much as I would like, and I figured that since I couldn’t sleep, why not post something on here and see what y’all think.

Anyways, this next thing I’m posting is kinda confusing-ish, and to be honest I have no idea what I want to do with it next, so yeah. It probably doesn’t help that I haven’t gone anywhere NEAR editing it. Consider it a kind of “prologue,” if you will.

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In the darkest hours, we learn that we are closer to our deepest fears than we could have imagined. We learn what it is to be a Monster.

           They were sleeping next to each other in the cold basement of her parents’ house. They didn’t know why they were always exiled to there when they hung out, but they did know that it wasn’t as a reward. It was always frighteningly cold and they were never given anything more than a threadbare quilt and two thin pillows to sleep with on the lumpy mattress. Monica especially, never understood her parent’s logic. Throughout her sixteen years of life, the only time her parents were ever anywhere near cruel was when Jasmine decided to sleep over there, and even then, only at nighttime.

            There was a sudden creaking from the stairs that woke up both girls with a start. Jasmine, deciding that the source of the sound wasn’t important, fell back to sleep almost instantly, while Monica couldn’t help but feel as if she was missing something big. In all of the times she slept down here, not once had those stairs ever creaked. Without making a sound, she got up and padded over to the foot of the stairway that led to her kitchen. Not seeing anything, she climbed up and opened the door, making her way towards her bedroom. If she was already up, she might as well get some real sleep, was her thinking, as she neared her door. She hesitated. She could have sworn she had turned her lights off, yet there it was, pouring through the crack between her door and the floor. Confused, she opened her door slowly and peered in.

            She could not believe she had never noticed it before. There was writing all over her walls and ceiling as if someone had attacked them with glow-in-the-dark paint. She couldn’t understand most of what she assumed were words and numbers, excepting the frequent mentions of hers and Jasmine’s names. She started getting dizzy from looking at it all and ended up next to her bed before realizing someone was in it. Shocked, she tried to talk to the person, trying to wake him or her up. Finally, the being turned towards her and grabbed her hand. Before she could even see her attacker, everything turned black.

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