What does it Mean?
What does it Mean?
To be ostracized, abandoned, hated, beaten, bullied, and finally, killed? Where does one turn if they are looked upon as different, unusual, not part of the norm? How does one cope when they are told they are wrong, mentally deficient, sinful, sick? Where is love if not placed inside the heart of the oppressed, the undesirable, the destined to hatred, ignorance, and bias? Does not every human bleed? Is that blood not red? Does every human not have a heart that yearns for acceptance, love, companionship and to be desired, and needed? What do we do as young children to hide away the sins of love within the darkness of the darkest closets? Do we live a life of lies, of hiding, of denial? Are we not as human as those who are “normal”?
To be bullied and made fun of, that are not the desires of a lifetime for anyone. So we hide who our partner is, we hide our desires, our love, our needs behind a façade of lies and excuses on why we are not married, or in a heterosexual relationship. We never turn that light on in that darkest of closets, for we are scared of the response of those that we love, our family, friends, and at times, even those we are in relationships with. We lose ourselves in fakeness that turns our hearts hard, tears at the arteries that provide a wealth of happiness in our lives. How long do we need to endure such hatred, such denial of humanity that we suffer daily by those who can never see past one difference?
If I love my neighbor, will I be ostracized, what about my siblings’ children, is that not accepted? Does it not bring the awesome force of the heart into the rays of love? The fear of the different, the unknown has torn apart families, friends, and future opportunities for so many in this world. We have seen people beat, tortured, thrown to their death off buildings for sharing their heart, their love, their life with a person of the same gender. While our inner souls fall to the ground and weep to beg God to answer, why, why so much hate, so much distrust and vehement abuse to people who truly, unconditionally love their counter-part, their “Spouse”, their significant partner that completes them, their life and their dreams. Do I not bleed red just like the heterosexual? Am I not just a temple that God has created, giving a path to travel through life, and to share something special to the world?
The pain, the sadness, the abuse and loss of families are not the positive influences that make people just decide to become part of the LGBTQ family. No, it is something special that God gave to so many of us at birth, and gave us a journey to build our strength to carry on the hard tasks of messages of love, honor, commitment, and belief. We endure agony, loss, grief to heights beyond the imagination, and others gave the ultimate sacrifice for just being what God had given them. Why? Why do we hate it? Why do we segregate? Why do we compare the struggles? Should we not celebrate the accomplishments and the happiness that two people feel in the arms of one another? Should I not be judged on my character, and my enthusiasm to make a positive difference in the world, and not who I love?
We listen to our inner voice. That sound you can only feel deep from within. It is God speaking to us from within his temple he created for us to dwell within on this planet. God gave us the free will to decide to follow our calling from within our most inner safe harbor, or to manifest the evil of this world, and to offer indecency, hatred, lust, greed, and the worst is the sin of the deceit of one’s own self. When we hear the morning sparrow sing, or open the blinds to the perfect sun, it is God’s physical reminders of his greatness, and love for us. If we could just open our arms and call forth that voice, it would the most beautiful of colors lighting the sky, and permeating every sinful ingredient we have cast out around us, whether we adore that sin, or expunge it from our lives. We can and should always take time to ask God to open our inner sanctum to the knowledge and answers we so desperately need on this plain. That is my very simple belief from the relationship that my Father in Heaven and I have, and I have become to understand. Just my very simple idea.
Hopefully, we can be unified & actually make some changes. It’s great to vote, but sometimes we have to take that responsibility on ourselves and make changes and sacrifices in our own lives … Sometimes just not speaking of something is just not enough. Sometimes we need to be the spark in the darkness, the afterglow of a beautiful sunset, the perfect Man on the Moon and become the awe-inspiring voice to behold and hear. For so many in the LGBTQ family that tremble in the darkest crevices of their closets, their humanity screams out for acceptance and understanding. We can reach out, and support them, care about them, guide them where we can, and be those that have shed away the shield and sword of hatred to arm ourselves with the singing morning sparrow and the perfect twinkle of the Northern Star at night. For in us is the ability to love all people, and it just takes the effort to decide to do so.
