This post is for those of you who are liberal, yet call yourself Christian.
You may have fundamentalist peers or loved ones. They may not appreciate the way you express yourself or choose to socialize….
You know something?
When I first began to compose this post, I was feeling bitchy and sarcastic. Now, I just feel sort of sad.
Fundamentalism can be incredibly poisonous.
I went out recently. In fact, I enjoyed myself.
Yet prior to going, I was warned about the consequences of my actions. I felt both shocked and dismayed over what I was told.
My shocked thoughts included…
What year is this?
How old am I?
My dismay was along the lines of…
I cannot believe that the chains of religious fundamentalism are wrapped around some of us so tightly that folks cannot see the error in what they are saying.
People, this life is for living.
The Son of Man has come eating and drinking, and you say, ‘Look at him! A glutton and a drunkard, a friend of tax collectors and sinners!’ Yet wisdom is justified by all her children.
I’m no boozy bad-ass. But there’s no way I’m going to feel bad about enjoying myself.