Here I am, in Kentucky, wondering what I should say or do in the aftermath of the terror in Paris and the French countryside. It’s like deja vu all over again, like the days after 9/11. Those poor people in France! I just want to hug them all and say everything will be okay in time. I want to let them know that living and keeping in with the principles of free speech apparent in the existence of satire. There is victory in the very act of living when terror strikes.
Now, there is one guy I wish to ask, but I somehow feel I know the answer. You see, he is a Muslim. He is also one of those “Don’t Mess With the U.S.A.!” types. He bristles at the very existence of ISIS and terrorism supposedly justified under Islam. Believe me, I get his viewpoint. I get his viewpoint every time Westboro Baptist Church does or says anything. Google Westboro Baptist Church and you’ll see what I mean. When they talk about how God sent violence and death because of homosexuality, I cringe. Where did they get the idea that God was so graceless? Sure, there is wrong, but you can always turn around and do right, asking for forgiveness and grace. But I do not believe a punishment is the same as a consequence. Sometimes you do not need to “punish” when a consequence is punishment enough, but I digress. I get where he is coming from.
I found a little more to draw from when some terrorists were comforted. In the reports, they interviewed a young teen from one of the villages. He was so shocked that something like this could happen in his little town, like his village was somehow soiled by it. I got that when our own was reported as having major drug problems. Now, I won’t bring those out into the light, but I can also get where he is coming from. We, as Americans, can help comfort the French to understand what has happened to them, and bring them back to a place of secure awareness. We need to help them. The French get terrorism now. We’ll help them get on our side.
There were the oddest requests I would give Santa for Christmas, and my parents for birthday presents. One time, for instance, I asked for “dolls I had never seen before.” This, of course, led to dolls I had never seen before. Of course, by that time I had already asked for another “weird” request – “black Barbie dolls.” Why would I, a blonde white girl, ask for such things as a child? Simple – I was making friends with all kinds of dolls. Since I had trouble making friends with people, I was making friends with different dolls. My mother and father would make friends with many kinds of people, and so did my elder sister, or so I thought. Making friends with different people or dolls seemed to be the natural thing to do. Of course, I could not explain this to my parents, so the request just remained weird. Later on, I would extend this somewhat aggressive form of race relations to the kids in my middle school, often at my detriment. Sometimes these kids would bully me because I would get frustrated and scream, but this changed too. Even as I was bullied to the brink of suicide, I would try to make friends without actually knowing how. Sadly, I did grow bitter towards people due to the way members of my family treated me. Nowadays, however, as racial tension grows, I have come back to the tried-and-now-true method of race relations known as making friends. How sad is it that a person is often treated more aggressively or more harshly due to the color of their skin. This is 2015, people! This is the future of the 1960s! Why have we not moved beyond the racial barrier?!
OK. I’m here on New Year’s Day 2015 watching the Rose Parade, still wondering what is up with certain things.
- Why is what we call “REAL FOOD” so fattening? Vegetables are real food, too. I mean, as opposed to what? Holographic Meatloaf? Vegetables? Look, just because something isn’t drowning in sugar, salt and/or fat doesn’t mean it’s real food.
- Why are we still scared of minorities? I’ll admit, I get scared of them unjustly, too, sometimes. I was walking my dog and this young black boy walked up to a friend’s house. I thought he was going to do something wrong. It wasn’t until he asked the friend for a leash he could borrow for his new puppy that I finally calmed down. Normally, I don’t think that for everyone. So why am I even thinking of it at all? #AllLivesMatter
- Why are we still rejecting LGBTQs from our churches? God loves them, too. I have a distinct feeling Russia is going through its current financial crisis because of their treatment and attitudes toward LGBTQs. As a Christian, I believe the Bible calls us to be straight. No doubt there. But if we reject solely on the basis of this particular sin or that particular sin, we might as well shut down churches for lack of perfect people in the world. (There is none righteous, no not one. -Romans 3:10) No sin is greater than any other sin; we all need forgiveness.
- Does ANYBODY know exactly what we do with Natural Gay people? I’m not sure if the Bible writers were even aware of the homosexual nature. I guess I’ve got a soft spot for LGBTQs. They need God’s love and forgiveness as, well, me.
- Why are people still scared of autism? I hear stories of people depicting a person with autism as a burden, and a strain on anyone they meet. As far as I know, I, a person with autism, am a help to everyone I know. Far be it from me to toot my own horn, but it’s only a need to define that people with autism are not a tragedy, if you do not let them be. Lift them up to God, for He knows what to do.
More questions are coming.