Due to an apparent glitch in the Intense Debate system that powers comments on NewsReal Blog, I am (I hope temporarily) unable to comment on blog posts. This means that Far Right zealots are beating the hell out of me — and I am unable to fight back.
Not that this is unusual. It’s the only way they CAN fight. When they have a fair fight, they don’t win.
On more than one occasion, these people have lectured me about how “sinful” my “lifestyle” supposedly is. Now, they know nothing about my lifestyle, and next to nothing about me. One of the things they don’t know about me is that I probably know more about the Bible — and what it says about “homosexuality” — than probably the lot of them put together.
I graduated from a Southern Baptist college, where seminary-level Bible courses were mandatory. I taught adult catechism in the Catholic Church for nearly a decade. I have been a writer on spiritual topics for many years. And, as it is MY eternity at stake in the things I conclude I must believe, I can certainly assure you I’ve given far more thought, study and prayer to the subject of “homosexuality” and morality than they have.
Judging from their remarks, between the lot of them they’ve never given five minutes’ thought to it.
They seem compelled to assume that no gay or lesbian person has ever heard of the Bible, or that if they have, they must never have read it. To approach us the way they do, they must assume we’ve somehow managed to live our entire lives thus far — in a society full of whackaloons like them, who subject us to a constant barrage of condemnation — without ever having given the matter any serious consideration.
We wouldn’t know (they think) our “lifestyle” was “sinful” if they didn’t tell us! Imagine that! What have I been doing these past nearly fifty years…living in a gopher hole?
It defies belief. Everything about their ignoramus attitude defies belief. And yet they expect that we will believe them.
They are also totally unprepared for a real fight. When we take it to them, they run screaming like scalded chickens. They’ve simply been coddled for so long that everybody else has conceded them the status of experts on the subjects of virtue and sin. But when it’s put-up-or-shut-up time, they never deliver anything but vapid squawks. That, and lay scrambled eggs.
I need to figure out how to get back into Intense Debate. Oh, do I ever.