Today's musings . . .
Well, now, that was a long pause. Chanelle is back and better (really?) than ever. As you can see, I've finally figured out what I am (not who, that's a bit more complicated). Look above, if you please. The sentence "The life and times of a does-not-know-what" has been replaced. I feel . . . renewed.
Not really.
Okay yeah.
No, not really.
I have a thought. I'm going to expand on it, if you please. I think we, as Christians, are too touchy to homosexuals. Instead of reacting to them on a spiritual level, they respond with "Ew, that's so gross." I'm not even kidding. I know SO many Christians who cringe, shudder, and say "EUGH" if you so much as mention homosexuality. WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?!
I think it's okay to sin. It's also okay to stab yourself in the chest. You'll die, but you can still do it if you want to. You probably shouldn't do that, but you can.
I don't think sin is okay in a "you won't be punished sense", I think it's okay in a "these are your choices, which one will you take" sense. Sin is a choice, okay people? (A choice most of you make everyday, I might add.) Please don't be annoying and make us all look bad by reacting the same way a non-Christian would and being rude and disrespectful. Not cool.
On another not, SERIOUSLY, why is being tolerant of homosexuality wrong now? I read in the back of the day planner thing from SFU (someone gave it to me; still in high school, FAIL) that we must all be accepting of homosexuality. Instead of saying "oh yeah, people choose to do that, I know," we have to be all "Let's go to the gay pride parade and wear rainbow jumpsuits! YAAAAAAY!!!" Um, NO. Like I said before, I have choices to make, and I choose to believe homosexuality is wrong. I'm NOT going to tell you you're right because you'll tell on me if I don't. PLEASE, child, get a grip.
On that note, I know a straight person who walked down that gay street in Vancouver (forgot what it's called) with a rainbow umbrella. They had just moved here and didn't know where they were. People were waving at them and they were skipping down the street and twirling the umbrella and getting happier the more people waved. And then they figured it out. And they were like . . . oh.
So, yes, that's that. Hoorah. I should go eat or something. I meant to write about something more, but now I can't . . .
I remembered just as I was typing that. It's actually a story I want to write.
THIS IS THE END. Or something.
