Our creative writing team has been writing again.
I don't like Christians...which is ironic, considering I am one. I find it far easier to like, and even love, my atheist and agnostic friends. Of course, it's easy to love my Christian friends who support me; the ones who believe it's perfectly okay that God made me gay. But the ones who spew such hatred toward me, are hard to love.
Quite often, over the course of numerous conversations unfolding inside the circled wagons of wounded American Evangelicalism, there develops this almost liturgically repetitious refrain amongst the faithful:
our best years are behind us.
Some of you may remember last spring when Wilcox County, Georgia, made the national news for hosting its first integrated high school prom. Folks around the country were flabbergasted that almost 60 years after “separate but equal” was deemed unconstitutional and schools were integrated, this kind of thing still happened. Thankfully, the story became news because four students decided it was time for a change.
It's a blessing to make people laugh.
Healthy laughter is a balm for mind, body, and spirit. When I speak of healthy laughter, I’m not talking about the nervous, jilted, hesitant laughter of politeness we manage when a minister tells a terribly unfunny joke. (Yes, I’m guilty.) Healthy laughter is the sound of a delight-filled response. Healthy laughter is an expression of more than happiness. It’s a manifestation of joy we may not have known existed in our souls.
Christians are traditionally characterized by a desire to live a Christlike life. While that can take a variety of forms, we often see this expressed in a desire to be as close to Jesus as possible. We sing of wanting Jesus to walk with us. We look to the teachings of Jesus as a model for our own lives and morals. Even (or especially) when it comes to matters of politics and policy, we so often turn to Jesus.
One year ago, the man I was dating planted a vegetable garden in my backyard.
Four raised beds of tomatoes, cucumbers, eggplants, peppers, and carrots surrounded a square bed filled with herbs. Resting on evenly layered mulch, little Eden caught eyes and tickled noses around the neighborhood.