Chariot's Rant

Last night I received a message via Facebook from a person I have known since middle school. We've had some pretty public disagreements in the past, and frankly I saw this coming: she un-friended me because in her words "I can not be friends with someone who is an enemy of God."

My first thought was that I had gotten an upgrade.

"If you could be either God’s worst enemy or nothing, which would you choose?" ― Chuck Palahniuk, Fight Club

Dear Google,

 dogsbite.org, a site of disinformation run by the vile bitch Colleen Lynn, is NOT a reputable site for statistics of any kind. Please stop using quotes from this site as "answers" to people's searches.

There are those who would have you believe that God hates you because you are gay; or, just as offensively, not because you are gay but because you act on those impulses. This is bullshit, plain and simple. God does not hate you.

I've been talking to god lately. I told Her that I was sorry that I didn't do it as often as I once did, but that I wasn't one of those people who only do it when they want something (even though this was one of those times). And I told Her that I missed Her in my life; that those times when I needed Her and I felt Her wings wrapped about me in comfort represented all the faith that I would ever need.

After a very little while, She told me that She knew I wasn't one of those people who only called Her Name when I wanted something. And She wondered why I said I missed Her in my life. Comfort in times of trial was not Her only gift. Was not the love I felt in my heart also Her Gift?

She said that the love I felt was not only Her gift, but a song in honor of Her Name. And that everything I did with that love in my heart was a ritual to Her: every verse I wrote, every smile upon my face, every act of devotion, each embrace and every kiss, every caress in the dark.

So I promised Her that I would tend that sacred flame of love in my heart, that I would remember that She was with me in times of trial and of joy, and even unto death.

I love Pit Bulls. Some of you, at this point, will dismiss me as a "nutter", as an apologist, as stupid. I am none of those things.