Alas I should have known. Because the front line battle of American culture seems to be legislating who can use which bathroom stall and whether or not someone should garner legal protection for being, frankly speaking, an asshole in the name of ‘religious freedom’.
I guess I just didn’t realize how strongly people felt about urinals and tiered cakes.
I find it hard to believe that God cares so much about toilet stalls and wedding cakes that some folks feel they have to make laws about them to protect his followers from sullying their beliefs by possibly peeing in a pot next to Paul who used to be Paula. Or arranging azaleas for Adam and Aaron.
It is astonishing to me how much time and effort people are putting into hatred and bigotry in the name of freedom. Far from sullying someone’s faith, it is sullying the idea of freedom to include in its definition shunning, shaming or discriminating against someone else because they don’t have the same beliefs. Or sometimes they share the same beliefs but happen to dress differently or love a different person.
I know so many intelligent, caring people who believe in God, who go to temple or church or mosque, or who simply practice a more homegrown version of religion in their homes and hearts.
If having a strong enough belief in God to know that living a good, kind, and decent life, looking out for others instead of shaming them, and finding joy in life rather than searching for ways to suck joy out of someone else’s isn’t faith, I don’t want to know what is.
If your idea of pleasing God is to shun and shame, if the strength of your faith comes from fear and segregation rather than living a good and enriching life you are not morally rich. Far from it. You are bereft. Left without even a religious pot to piss in, whether it is next to Paul, Paula or anyone in between.