Being Gay is Not a Sin

To all of us that are allies, let’s please be careful with our language so that in pushing back against homophobic rhetoric we don’t unthinkingly hurt our siblings. #lovewins

A quick glance at social media and it seems to topic – or controversy – of the yesterday was the Franklin Graham attack on Pete Buttigieg for being gay.

I was pleased to see such pushback against this tweet from a person who is a religious leader through the coattails of his father, and who’s “brand” of Christianity is one of hate, misogyny, nationalism, and bigotry. I am especially bothered by his anti-Muslim rhetoric. That he supports a president who’s words and actions are antithetical to the teachings of Jesus lead me to hang my head in shame at the direction Christianity has gone.

So I agree with calling out Franklin Graham for his behavior. At the same time I am bothered that many of the Tweets and other statements are in the “what about your sin” category. This whataboutism is very subtle in its identification of “being gay as a sin.”

It is not a sin to be who God created you to be!

If we choose to go back to the creation story of Genesis, God created:

“So God created humankind in his image, in the image of God he created them; male and female he created them…God saw everything that he had made, and indeed, it was very good.” -Genesis 1:27, 31a

We can also remember those words of the psalmist:

“For it was you who formed my inward parts; you knit me together in my mother’s womb. I praise you, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made.” -Psalm 139:13-14

To all my LGBTQ siblings, you are good, just as you were created. You are wonderfully made. Your existence is not a sin. Your seeking and having relationships that are fulfilling is not a sin.

To all of us that are allies, let’s please be careful with our language so that in pushing back against homophobic rhetoric we don’t unthinkingly hurt our siblings.

This Dog Don’t Walk

We lost the middle one here, Bandit, last July 😢
Leah’s in front

First the back story
A year ago we had three chihuahuas. Unexpectedly one of them, Bandit, died last July. He was 13 and the more independent of the three. The other were close… well mostly. When they weren’t snarling with each other over space in the bed they were spooning, or touching butt to butt. The younger, Demi, doesn’t like to be alone, so she was the one to initiate cuddling.

With great sadness we lost the older of these chihuahuas last week. This older dog, Leah, was almost 14 and not in good health. We’ve been concerned about her health for a long time, which made the death of Bandit so shocking.

Leah and Bandit both loved to go on walks. They weren’t fast walkers, mostly due to their desire to stop and smell and pee on every single bush or tree or piece of grass. Being little chihuahuas didn’t help much.

But this dog
Demi, the youngest (she’s almost 8), never liked to walk. She’d go along just to be with the others but unless she could bark at other dogs along the way she wasn’t into it.

But now Demi is all alone and I’ve been trying to give her a bit more attention. A couple times this week I’ve taken in to my office with me. She likes that! I ask, “Demi, want to go bye bye?” and she runs to the door barking in her excitement.

Stubborn!

Today, I didn’t take her to the office, but did need to go to the post office which is about half a mile away. Hmmm…she can walk with me there. Even if it’s too much I can carry her part way.

“Demi, want to go for a walk?”
Blank stare…or maybe a stare that meant “are you kidding me?”
“Demi, want to go bye bye?”
Bark Bark Bark in excitement.


“I can’t do it mom!”

Leash on we started walking and she wasn’t having it. I coaxed her to the end of the block…and around the corner, really just about a 10th of a mile and she stopped. Then she lied down. Threw in a bit of panting, “see mom, I’m tired and out of shape!”

I coaxed her a little farther, just to the opposite of our block. I picked her up to carry her, and thought better of it. She was just being stubborn as we hadn’t walked far enough for her to be tired. I put her down and headed home. She didn’t have any intention of walking home. “Why walk when mom can carry you!?!”

So, I removed her leash, started walking home and said, “see you at home Demi.” Of course she followed me home! Little Stinker!!!!