Sometimes. I really wonder about things in life. I mean, fundamental things. I question a lot. I've always tried very hard not to judge others for anything. Everyone has to live their own lives and make their own choices about what to believe. I have friends who are Christian, friends who are atheists and friends who are Satanists. Me, sometimes I'm not quite sure where I fall on that spectrum. I was raised as a Christian, and I do believe in a higher power. I believe that people should have the right to choose whatever it is they believe in with no one forcing it down their throats.
That being said, most of the Christians I've met seem to judge others very harshly if they don't share Christian values, or at least profess to, at any rate.
There is something wrong with that picture, in my opinion. I know that people aren't perfect, but isn't the entire premise of Christianity supposed to be based on loving God as well as loving your neighbor?
My own family is like this, to a certain extent. I get accused of being a Satanist (jokingly, mind you, but, still) because I like vampires, Harry Potter and metal/rock music.
Heaven knows what they'd do if they found out that I like to read stories about gay men. I don't even want to think about it.
Apparently, being a gay man means you aren't a man at all in their sight.
The fact that my family thinks this way hurts my heart. I love them, but I don't agree with their beliefs and opinions on a lot of things.
And yet, I'm in the position of being dependent on them. This is somewhat galling to me, but because of my situation, it is what it is.
Sometimes I wonder how I keep from going nuts living here.
That being said, most of the Christians I've met seem to judge others very harshly if they don't share Christian values, or at least profess to, at any rate.
There is something wrong with that picture, in my opinion. I know that people aren't perfect, but isn't the entire premise of Christianity supposed to be based on loving God as well as loving your neighbor?
My own family is like this, to a certain extent. I get accused of being a Satanist (jokingly, mind you, but, still) because I like vampires, Harry Potter and metal/rock music.
Heaven knows what they'd do if they found out that I like to read stories about gay men. I don't even want to think about it.
Apparently, being a gay man means you aren't a man at all in their sight.
The fact that my family thinks this way hurts my heart. I love them, but I don't agree with their beliefs and opinions on a lot of things.
And yet, I'm in the position of being dependent on them. This is somewhat galling to me, but because of my situation, it is what it is.
Sometimes I wonder how I keep from going nuts living here.