16 July 2015

Because...

This.

Also this.  Because it made me giggle.

People pleasing is a dead-end street.

Have you ever noticed that when you attempt to please everybody, you end up pleasing no one and making yourself feel like utter crap?  I've been noticing that a lot lately.  Every time I try to do something right, it somehow ends up coming out wrong for somebody and then I feel...

I've been thinking recently, about things I haven't thought about in a while. 

There are things about Christianity that I don't believe in.  I don't believe that people have any right to decide or dictate how other people ought to believe.  I've been falling into the trap too many of us fall into: that following our way makes us better than everybody else.  We're not.  Actually, if you think about it, we're worse.  We have assured salvation.  We have the Holy Spirit living inside our bodies- and yet, we're still sinning.

At least other people can say 'well, I didn't have no Holy Spirit in me when I did that! How could I have known better?'

Who am I- Christian that I am- to look at other people's lives and judge them?  What about my life- what about my heart- is better than the people I'm judging?

It was driven home to me today that I put way too much stock in what other people think of me.  Expressing one opinion would disappoint someone I depend on to love me no matter what.  But expressing the opposite opinion would lose me the respect of someone else I care about very much.  So whom do I please?  The first or the second?  Which opinion is really mine?  I spend so much time trying to offend no one that everyone is offended and I'm left wondering if, in my attempt to please, I may have overlooked my own actual opinion.
It feels like that saying, 'if you wear a mask long enough, you become the mask.'

Does anyone else's mind think things like this, because I'm starting to feel like I might need professional help!

27 June 2015

Here's the thing

I'm a Christian.

Yeah, I know, it's not a popular thing to be in this day and age.  But it's what I am.  More than that, it's who I am.  And I'm not ashamed of it.  I'm not ashamed of God.

I don't agree with the Supreme Court decision to legalize homosexual marriage.  Maybe I'm wrong.  That doesn't mean I'll change my mind.  I believe that God disapproves of homosexuality.

Notice I said 'homosexuality', not 'homosexuals.'  God loves homosexuals.  He also loves atheists, terrorists, vegans, liars, prostitutes, witches, and every other person on this planet.  He even loves me.  It's not people he hates- it's the choices we make.

I know some lesbians.  I work with them.  Actually, I think they're pretty and sweet and smart and hard-working.  I think they make excellent friends, and are very generous individuals.  I don't tell them how to live their lives.  They don't tell me how to live mine.  I love them the same way I love my other friends and coworkers.

Because God first loved me, I am able to give that same love to others, no matter their race, religion, gender, or sexual orientation.  We're all people.

And while, no, you won't see a rainbow on my profile picture or hear me talk about how great the Supreme Court decision has been, that doesn't mean that if one of my friends invites me to share their joy, I'll rain on their parade.
God hasn't smote them for their choice- why should I?

Yes, I'm a Christian.  I'm also white and a conservative and straight.  Guess what?  I'm not ashamed of any of those things.  I'm not going to apologize for any of them either.  If you want to start a fight, start it somewhere else- I'm secure in who I am and I don't need to defend myself to you.

Just like you, whoever you are, don't need to defend yourself to me.  I'm not your judge.

So don't try to be mine.

27 January 2015

It's been a while, I know.

It's been a couple of months, I'm sorry to say.  Things have been...well, what began as a lack of motivation sort of mutated into...this huge gap in my blogging, writing, and general productivity.

I suppose I can tell people now.  Enough people know that it's not really a "secret" anymore.  In November, I started on the Medifast program, and since then, I've lost 43.6 pounds.
Per Sarah's suggestion, I put that much weight in my backpack and picked it up.  Holding it for five minutes started to make my back hurt.
Now, I'm nowhere near the end of this incredible, stressful, sometimes frustrating, but mostly gratifying journey.  In fact, if I think about where I ultimately want to get to, I'm not even halfway there.  But knowing that the last time I weighed this was just after my first year of college...it's still a good feeling.
Also, knowing that when I get my dress for Justin and Jenn's wedding, they'll have to take it in at least two sizes...that's a good feeling!