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Note: I posted this to my Facebook and was compelled to share it here, so you know it has to be good!
It’s hard to imagine that there was a time in this country where people were bought and sold as property. They weren’t considered human and they certainly weren’t treated as such. At one time, that was a perfectly legal practice, to snatch people from their homes, to separate children from their parents, all because it was legal and folks were too lazy to pick their own damn cotton. There was nothing un-Christian about this at all, which made it right in the eyes of the public.
It’s hard to imagine that there was a time where women weren’t allowed to vote because men thought the fairer sex too “feeble minded”, were afraid of black women voting and appalled at the idea of women taking their liquor. The very idea was so un-Christian. Didn’t women know their places? It certainly wasn’t making decisions and casting votes. God forbid. There was a roast at home that just wasn’t cooking itself.
It’s hard to imagine that there was a time when black and white children weren’t allowed to use the same restroom, sit on the same seat on a bus or go to the same school. It’s also hard to imagine that there was a time when a black woman and a white man or a white woman and a black man weren’t allowed to get married and have children. People were tortured and killed for doing these things. But yet, not so long ago, it was perfectly legal to keep people from doing such things.
That’s the thing about time, it lends you a completely different perspective on issues. You see it with different eyes. You see how ridiculous it was for you to believe in these ideologies. You ask yourself what in the world would’ve made someone want to be so cruel to another person just because you didn’t like the color of their skin or their gender…or who they chose to love. Time is the ultimate revelator and it can paint the most beautiful or most horrific of pictures.
We look back now on these issues and we can’t believe that America could’ve ever been so prejudice and cruel. We can’t imagine ever living in a time where these things were common place. The thought of owning another person as property, of a woman being told she isn’t allowed to vote, or an interracial couple not being allowed to marry is so ludicrous.
I don’t know about you, but I want to leave this world with a clear conscious, knowing that I stood up for what was right and decent. I don’t want to look back 50 years from now with regret, wondering how I could’ve let one tiny little thing keep me from doing the right thing.
We all have to decide where we stand on issues and we have to be able to live with them. I can sit here and preach all day long and not a single one of you has to agree with what I say, and that’s perfectly fine. I don’t begrudge you for your opinion and I love and respect you all the same. As long as I feel in my heart though that what I’m saying and what I’m doing is right, then I’m good with me.
But for the life of me, I just can’t understand how anyone could look at another person and make them feel like a third-class citizen for who they love. Doesn’t feel right to me. And that’s the last I’ll say about it.
*steps off soapbox*
Oh, and one more thing…
Not allowing gay people to marry won’t stop them from adopting children and raising them. It won’t stop them from being families. It won’t stop them from teaching your children. It won’t stop them from signing your paychecks. It won’t stop them from going to your church…or preaching to you on Sunday mornings. It won’t stop them from running into your house the next time it’s on fire. It won’t stop them from taking a bullet for you in Afghanistan.
So let’s see: they’ll still love each other, they’ll still live in the same house, they’ll still fight over who takes the girls to soccer practice, they’ll still be functioning members of society, and oh yeah, they’ll STILL BE GAY. You can’t un-gay them by not allowing them to marry. And be honest, isn’t that the entire point of your argument? Isn’t that your whole issue? Not the person that they are, but who they choose to love.
What are you fighting so hard for again? Right.
Now, I’m done.