Well for the moment I'm still in the city but I'm moving to the country!!!!
I have a new blog: http://www.babiespeepingout.blogspot.com/ and I won't be posting on this one anymore.
Come follow me over at Babies Peeping Out...I update it more frequently and I tell lot's of funny stories. lol.
I also have a police wife blog I'm running. http://www.thinbluewife.blogspot.com/
If that is up your alley, feel free to check it out as well!
Thanks Bye!!!!
Thursday, November 19, 2009
Wednesday, June 24, 2009
Preparing for vacation.
I am notorious for leaving things at my parent's house when I go visit them. Once I managed to get to Somerset before realzing I forgot my cell phone, keys and wallet! Jared was obviously driving at the time and let's just say I have yet to live that incident down.
I usually make a detailed list when I'm packing to go somewhere and it just occured to me that I should make a copy of the list for packing to use when I'm packing to go home...that way I know to check for everything I've brought and nothing will get left!
I don't know why it took me 22 years to think of that.
Anyways, I'm also trying really hard to have the house spotless and laudnrey all done before I leave. We all know how much it sucks to come back from vacation to a dirty house, and since I'm a SAHM now there really isn't an excuse for me to slack off on the house prior to going on vacation.
So we're leaving tonight after Jared get's home from work and I've managed to get the downstairs all cleaned, dusted and mopped...the laundrey is all done and mostly folded and put away (I'll finish when I'm packing), all I have left is to vaccumn the steps, pack and pick up the upstairs room. I won't be vacumning them becuase my vaccum is doing nothing but whirring and spitting dust back at my legs....so something needs fixed there.
Yep...I'm trying to be the super mom/wife!
Traditional Parenting & Christianity
For those of you without children, there are basically two types of parenting (there are more but it's kind of like political parties, there are two big ones). Attachment Parenting and Traditional Parenting.
Attachment parenting is based on the idea that a baby cannot be spoiled and needs to maintain a physical and emotional closeness with the mother (especially) in order to form independance and healthy relationships later in life.
Traditional parenting is based on the idea that a baby can be easily spoiled and needs to be trained from a very early age in order for them to learn indpendance.
Definitions aside, this post was just reflecting on why I think many christian parents feel like they should fall into the traditional parenting side and why that isn't really the case.
Most christians are very much aware of what the Bible says on sin, and that we are all born sinners and that the symbolic stain of sin is passed along in the man's sperm (hence why a virgin birth was needed for Christ to remain free of sin). Anyways...I think sometimes christian parents confuse this theological aspect with the practical. Your baby is most certainly born a sinner that will need the saving life of Christ in order to become who they were meant to be and to have eternal life. This does not mean your child was born spoiled. Your baby will certiainly act spoiled and have an attitude in the future and he's born with that sin nature inside of him yes, but that doesn't mean your 1 week old is at all capable of copping an atittude with you. A crying infant is never an infant with an attitude problem that needs adjustment, it is an infant with a need using the only means of communication that God gave him.
My mother in law made an excellent point a couple weeks ago. She said "You can't spoil a baby right?" and then laughed and said "But you can get them used to something."
That's the perfect balance between the two polars...understanding that there is a difference between a "spoiled" baby and a baby that you have conditioned to respond a certain way. If you hold a baby and he falls asleep all the time that way, then you lie him in his bed one night to go to sleep and they cry...that's not a baby with an attitude, or acting spoiled...it's a baby that's used to being snuggled up next to mommy and is now alone without any human attachment in his crib and is wondering what's going on.
Anyways...I was just thinking about that....
Attachment parenting is based on the idea that a baby cannot be spoiled and needs to maintain a physical and emotional closeness with the mother (especially) in order to form independance and healthy relationships later in life.
Traditional parenting is based on the idea that a baby can be easily spoiled and needs to be trained from a very early age in order for them to learn indpendance.
Definitions aside, this post was just reflecting on why I think many christian parents feel like they should fall into the traditional parenting side and why that isn't really the case.
Most christians are very much aware of what the Bible says on sin, and that we are all born sinners and that the symbolic stain of sin is passed along in the man's sperm (hence why a virgin birth was needed for Christ to remain free of sin). Anyways...I think sometimes christian parents confuse this theological aspect with the practical. Your baby is most certainly born a sinner that will need the saving life of Christ in order to become who they were meant to be and to have eternal life. This does not mean your child was born spoiled. Your baby will certiainly act spoiled and have an attitude in the future and he's born with that sin nature inside of him yes, but that doesn't mean your 1 week old is at all capable of copping an atittude with you. A crying infant is never an infant with an attitude problem that needs adjustment, it is an infant with a need using the only means of communication that God gave him.
My mother in law made an excellent point a couple weeks ago. She said "You can't spoil a baby right?" and then laughed and said "But you can get them used to something."
That's the perfect balance between the two polars...understanding that there is a difference between a "spoiled" baby and a baby that you have conditioned to respond a certain way. If you hold a baby and he falls asleep all the time that way, then you lie him in his bed one night to go to sleep and they cry...that's not a baby with an attitude, or acting spoiled...it's a baby that's used to being snuggled up next to mommy and is now alone without any human attachment in his crib and is wondering what's going on.
Anyways...I was just thinking about that....
Thursday, June 18, 2009
I heart these shoes
I've been watching music videos for my 4am-8am feedings. It's better than watching another infomercial for "real girls amauteur audition videos and sexy home movies". Anyways...so I've seen the Kelly Clarkson video enough times to pick up on the fact that I LOVE these shoes. I don't think I want to know how much they cost, but they are fabulous!Monday, June 15, 2009
Michael finally smiled!
My baby is the most suspicious and grumpy baby that ever existed. His face of choice generally involves a furrowed brow and wrinkled forehead. It's as if he's an old man who is highly suspicious of the young whipper snapper that God sent to change his diapers.
Anyways...so he's almost 8 weeks old and hasn't yet cracked a smile at me (but of course he's rolled his eyes, go figure). But yesterday, I had him propped up on my knees and was talking to him while I was watching TV. He was awake and alert and looking around when all of a sudden he started talking (happy baby noises, which was also a first). I was so excited to hear him have happy noises instead of whining noises that I started laughing, and then Michael looked at me laughing and gave me a big gummy grin!
I cried, I'll admit it!
Now if only I could get a picture someday.
Anyways...so he's almost 8 weeks old and hasn't yet cracked a smile at me (but of course he's rolled his eyes, go figure). But yesterday, I had him propped up on my knees and was talking to him while I was watching TV. He was awake and alert and looking around when all of a sudden he started talking (happy baby noises, which was also a first). I was so excited to hear him have happy noises instead of whining noises that I started laughing, and then Michael looked at me laughing and gave me a big gummy grin!
I cried, I'll admit it!
Now if only I could get a picture someday.
Sunday, June 14, 2009
Life with drugs.
"...From the outside looking in, it's tempting to see this nightmare as a model of supply and demand run amok, as a lawlessness bred from an unenforceable prohibition. But the reckoning at Fayette and Monroe and other places like it has grown into something greater than the medical mechanics of addition, greater even than the dollars and sense of economic theory. Get it straight: they're not just out here to slin and shoot drugs. That's where it all began, to be sure, but thirty years has transformed the corner into something far more lethal and lasting than a simple marketplace. The men and women who live the corner life are redefining themselves at incredible cost, cultivating meaning in a world that has declared them irrelevant. At Monroe and Fayette, and in drug markets in cities across the nation, lives without any obvious justification are given definition through a simple, self-sustaining capitalism. The corner has a place for them, every last soul. Touts, runners, lookouts, mules, stickup boys, stash stealers, enforcers, fiends, burn artists, police snithces-all are neccesary to the world of the corner. In this place only, they know what they are, why they are, and what it is they they are supposed to do. Here, they almost matter....We want it to be about nothing more complicated than cash money and human greed, when at the bottom, it's about a reason to believe. We want to think it's chemical, that it's all about the addictive mind, when instead it has become about validation, about lost souls assuring themselves that a daily relevance can be found at the fine point of a disposable syringe."
-The Corner, David Simon & Edward Burns, 1997
I'm reading this incredible book, one that is taking me several months to read because of it's weight (and not the weight of it's physical prescence).
I think this portion really explains the heartbreak involved in watching an open air drug market and the enourmous amount of hopelessness that comes with life with drugs. Regardless if I personally know who I am in Christ and what purpose my life holds...the despair of the lives surrounding me is a midnight ink that stains everything surrounding it.
I think this also helps outsiders understand an aspect of life in a police family. My husband and others like him are waging a physical war against a spiritual one. How do you fight an army of despair and hopelessness with a gun and baton? When he comes home at night, that stain is all over him...the stain is something that stays on him and alters his view of the world. He, in effect, is watching the world from the same standpoint as the people he battles against...and culture only solidifies his position there by essentially grouping police officers and criminals into underground warring factions that are best swept under the proverbial carpet and are both highly irrelevant.
When Jared became a cop it changed his personality in many ways, one of which being a new cyncism when it came to church. Just as a black coke fiend would enter an all white church and feel ostrasized, so does my husband enter the christian world. There has got to be something deeper here that changes lives, something to offer in place of a needle to a fiend, in place of a drinking habit to cope with the despair weighing on a cop's shoulders. You may sit in your pew and sing those songs and think "these are deep and meaningful lyrics" but to people like that, to people in my world, it isn't any more life changing than the latest pop hit. And honestly, the way the gospel is packaged and spun these days, it carries the same amount of power as the songs....nothing.
But do I know what to do? Do I know how to lift this curtain of despair? No, I have no idea.
If the answer was as simple as "get people saved" than the random people handing out tracts by the train stations would be far more effective. Honestly, beyond the promise of eternal life not lived out in damnation...what does christianity have to offer these individual in their daily lives?
What seperates Christ from a drug? What happens when you take a poor black inner city man with a criminal record, no education, no home to speak of in legal terms and you replace his needle with a bible?
You know what...he's still going to be a poor black inner city man with a criminal record, no education, and no home to speak of in legal terms. And please, look past the obvious christian pat answers of "God will provide" and "God will change his life." and think about what you are going to do for your naked and hungry brother, even before his needle is replaced...
-The Corner, David Simon & Edward Burns, 1997
I'm reading this incredible book, one that is taking me several months to read because of it's weight (and not the weight of it's physical prescence).
I think this portion really explains the heartbreak involved in watching an open air drug market and the enourmous amount of hopelessness that comes with life with drugs. Regardless if I personally know who I am in Christ and what purpose my life holds...the despair of the lives surrounding me is a midnight ink that stains everything surrounding it.
I think this also helps outsiders understand an aspect of life in a police family. My husband and others like him are waging a physical war against a spiritual one. How do you fight an army of despair and hopelessness with a gun and baton? When he comes home at night, that stain is all over him...the stain is something that stays on him and alters his view of the world. He, in effect, is watching the world from the same standpoint as the people he battles against...and culture only solidifies his position there by essentially grouping police officers and criminals into underground warring factions that are best swept under the proverbial carpet and are both highly irrelevant.
When Jared became a cop it changed his personality in many ways, one of which being a new cyncism when it came to church. Just as a black coke fiend would enter an all white church and feel ostrasized, so does my husband enter the christian world. There has got to be something deeper here that changes lives, something to offer in place of a needle to a fiend, in place of a drinking habit to cope with the despair weighing on a cop's shoulders. You may sit in your pew and sing those songs and think "these are deep and meaningful lyrics" but to people like that, to people in my world, it isn't any more life changing than the latest pop hit. And honestly, the way the gospel is packaged and spun these days, it carries the same amount of power as the songs....nothing.
But do I know what to do? Do I know how to lift this curtain of despair? No, I have no idea.
If the answer was as simple as "get people saved" than the random people handing out tracts by the train stations would be far more effective. Honestly, beyond the promise of eternal life not lived out in damnation...what does christianity have to offer these individual in their daily lives?
What seperates Christ from a drug? What happens when you take a poor black inner city man with a criminal record, no education, no home to speak of in legal terms and you replace his needle with a bible?
You know what...he's still going to be a poor black inner city man with a criminal record, no education, and no home to speak of in legal terms. And please, look past the obvious christian pat answers of "God will provide" and "God will change his life." and think about what you are going to do for your naked and hungry brother, even before his needle is replaced...
Tuesday, June 9, 2009
Being a Mom feels like....
Honestly, it feels like the world stopped when they put him on my belly and somehow it began rotating in a completely different direction. Everything is still the same but there is something drastically different at the same time. It feels like the life I had before this person existed is nothing more than a fuzzy dream and I really started living the moment I became a mom.
I know that sounds sappy but I just have been thinking of that ever since he was born. I love being a mom, and I'm so happy that I got to experiance that, and I'm hopeful I'll experiance it again many times in the future!
I know that sounds sappy but I just have been thinking of that ever since he was born. I love being a mom, and I'm so happy that I got to experiance that, and I'm hopeful I'll experiance it again many times in the future!
Monday, June 8, 2009
I officially hate the mailman.
How do you know you live in a (well I can't say ghetto becuase I'm traumatized by a certain christmas party conversation involving one Kelly B. Hart..) underpriviliged neighborhood that the world likes to shit on?
Your mailman delivers mail whenever the frick he feels like it.
I mean what the heck is going on? I've lived in this house for a year...and yes there have been times before this where I've put out mail that doesn't get picked up or I go a supsiciously long time without getting mail...and the thing is, I KNOW there is mail coming for me...I have got way to many bills, magazine subscriptions and junk mail to just randomly go a week or two without mail. I mean I haven't gotten my mortgage bill yet and you know the mortgage company didn't just forget to send it out this month!
It's been a whole week since I've gotten a visit from the mailman. I don't understand!!! I have Michaels birth certificate application just hanging out on the front porch becuase nobody has come to get it!
I am going to call the city tommorow...I can't take this...deliver my mail dammit!!!
Your mailman delivers mail whenever the frick he feels like it.
I mean what the heck is going on? I've lived in this house for a year...and yes there have been times before this where I've put out mail that doesn't get picked up or I go a supsiciously long time without getting mail...and the thing is, I KNOW there is mail coming for me...I have got way to many bills, magazine subscriptions and junk mail to just randomly go a week or two without mail. I mean I haven't gotten my mortgage bill yet and you know the mortgage company didn't just forget to send it out this month!
It's been a whole week since I've gotten a visit from the mailman. I don't understand!!! I have Michaels birth certificate application just hanging out on the front porch becuase nobody has come to get it!
I am going to call the city tommorow...I can't take this...deliver my mail dammit!!!
Saturday, May 30, 2009
The Influence Awards.
So lately...you know during 3am feedings while I'm watching informercials for Bowflex and feeling like I should somehow make time for the gym when I can't even fold the laundrey...
anyways...I've been thinking about the little influences from people over the years...you know, the totally non important ones that actually somehow affected your life.
For example:
Jordan Kurtz get's the award for introducing me to my favorite brand of hot dogs, Hebrew National...and their nickname, Hebrew Dogs. He also gets the award of being the inventor of the funnest pool game ever, Jump or Dive...which my husband explained to me at a later time was also a great way for all the boys in the pool to watch boobies bounce. But I still think the game is fun.
Valerie Breeze gets the award for giving me my basic sense of style...and a innate love of shoes that I wouldn't naturally want to wear and yet somehow want to vaccumn my house in them just to feel fabulous. And for quite possibley being simultaneously the worst and best friend ever. Oh and for starting me off on my addiction to hugely expensive clothes, my starbucks chai tea addiction (which took seven years and pregnancy to break), and lime tostitos addiction (which still isn't broken unfortunatley). She's really cleaning up.
Ryan Van Hoven gets the award for playing Def Leppard every single time I was either in his car (which was maybe once or twice) or hearing his car pass to where I now am a fan and own their greatest hits cd. It also made me go online to hear other 80's hair band which I am now harboring a secret and guilty pleasure for.
Some-cutish-guy-whose-name-I-don't-remember-at-all-even-though-I-worked-an-entire-summer-in-a-factory-with-him-but-i-do-remember-he-was-dishonorobly-discharched-from-the-navy-and-wouldn't-tell-me-what-for gets the award for reintroducing me to my favorite band of all time, Led Zeppelin. I asked him something along the lines of favorite music and he paused and thought about it and said "overall I think Led Zeppelin" and I thought...hmmm I should go home and listen to that cd and see what's going on there.
Cassandra Barnthouse gets the award for teaching me dirty dancing that apparantly is only sexy if you're a hooker here in Baltimore and not married to my husband.
Johnathan Chappell gets the award for making me want to put Emeril on the buttered side of a toasted cheese sandwich. Even though when I try it, it doesn't turn out anything like I remember so I must be missing something.
Nathan Chappell still makes me think of a cabbage patch doll so that's a big one. If I have a daughter and she gets a doll I'm going to encourage her to name it Nathan so I can kind of giggle over high school every time I see it.
Timothy Hawks...while he did not get me to love the Beatles at all...did introduce me to the huge world of southern rock. CCR anyone?
Patrice DeVane gets the award for introducing me to my favorite beer, stella. It was my 21st brithday work happy hour and I didn't want liquour for the train ride home (especially since I was on this diabetes med that apparantly made any alcohol go straight to my brain) so I just oredered whatever she did since she was the only one ordering a beer. So glad I did!
Sophia Sim for another discovery of a wonderful drink by just ordering whatever someone else ordered...yaay for pellegrino and lime!
Tricia Suveg gets the award for telling me the difference between Madonna and the Spice Girls. (I was 9 and I thought all girl pop music was Madonna)
Holly Smith gets the award for showing me that blonde hair does not turn green if you swim in a pool all summer long. And for showing me that yes, people somehow exist without ever drinking water.
Adam Young gets the award for making me like mustard. I never liked mustard before, and I did kind of like Adam Young even though I would never have admitted it, becasue every other girl did...and he made me a sandwich after I was over playing soccer at his house one day and asked if I liked mustard and I just answered "yes" becuase I wasn't thinking about the sandwich I was thinking "oh my god, just keep quiet so he never thinks you like him." and then of course I HAD to eat the sandwich in it's entirety becuase he made it so I started eating it and discovered...hey I kind of like mustard.
Amy Cavanaugh and Kelli Staples get a combined award for repeating so many Mean Girls quotes during work that I had to go watch the movie and now it's the second best movie ever (second only to Clueless). Oh my God Karen you can't just ask people why they're white.
Chelsey Helman Housers (sp) parents...who I've never met...get the award for showing me at a tender age, the power of a hyphenated last name. Mail call anyone?
Kevin....hmmm....Kevin whose dad was a vet and mom ran marathons...oh Kevin Skully gets the award for being the first penis I ever saw and officially traumatized me for life. He also gets the award for traumatizing me with memories of him peeing, and for teaching me that Koolaid's give moustaches. All of this life experiance before the age of six!
Telemarketing-boss-whose-name-I-don't-remember-but-wanted-to-get-me-drunk-at-17-and-made-suggestive-remarks-to-me-and-sang-me-fifty-cent-but-was-overall-a-decent-guy-and-maybe-cute-if-he-had-ever-succeeded-in-getting-me-drunk gets the award for finally making me realize why I spent three years in telemarketing, never once got a sale (Regardless of what I was selling) and yet still maintained my job. My boobs and male bosses.
Patty Young (Adam's mom) gets an award for teaching me that it's okay to leave my mcdonalds in my car for as long as I want, it will never ever ever go bad. (she has this 10 year old hamburger that she's been carrying around forever and it's still practically as perfect as the day she bought it)
Okay so my son is refusing to sleep and my husband has declared his shift over so...maybe I'll have another round of these sometime.
I guess I'll go on facebook and tag some people so they feel loved.
anyways...I've been thinking about the little influences from people over the years...you know, the totally non important ones that actually somehow affected your life.
For example:
Jordan Kurtz get's the award for introducing me to my favorite brand of hot dogs, Hebrew National...and their nickname, Hebrew Dogs. He also gets the award of being the inventor of the funnest pool game ever, Jump or Dive...which my husband explained to me at a later time was also a great way for all the boys in the pool to watch boobies bounce. But I still think the game is fun.
Valerie Breeze gets the award for giving me my basic sense of style...and a innate love of shoes that I wouldn't naturally want to wear and yet somehow want to vaccumn my house in them just to feel fabulous. And for quite possibley being simultaneously the worst and best friend ever. Oh and for starting me off on my addiction to hugely expensive clothes, my starbucks chai tea addiction (which took seven years and pregnancy to break), and lime tostitos addiction (which still isn't broken unfortunatley). She's really cleaning up.
Ryan Van Hoven gets the award for playing Def Leppard every single time I was either in his car (which was maybe once or twice) or hearing his car pass to where I now am a fan and own their greatest hits cd. It also made me go online to hear other 80's hair band which I am now harboring a secret and guilty pleasure for.
Some-cutish-guy-whose-name-I-don't-remember-at-all-even-though-I-worked-an-entire-summer-in-a-factory-with-him-but-i-do-remember-he-was-dishonorobly-discharched-from-the-navy-and-wouldn't-tell-me-what-for gets the award for reintroducing me to my favorite band of all time, Led Zeppelin. I asked him something along the lines of favorite music and he paused and thought about it and said "overall I think Led Zeppelin" and I thought...hmmm I should go home and listen to that cd and see what's going on there.
Cassandra Barnthouse gets the award for teaching me dirty dancing that apparantly is only sexy if you're a hooker here in Baltimore and not married to my husband.
Johnathan Chappell gets the award for making me want to put Emeril on the buttered side of a toasted cheese sandwich. Even though when I try it, it doesn't turn out anything like I remember so I must be missing something.
Nathan Chappell still makes me think of a cabbage patch doll so that's a big one. If I have a daughter and she gets a doll I'm going to encourage her to name it Nathan so I can kind of giggle over high school every time I see it.
Timothy Hawks...while he did not get me to love the Beatles at all...did introduce me to the huge world of southern rock. CCR anyone?
Patrice DeVane gets the award for introducing me to my favorite beer, stella. It was my 21st brithday work happy hour and I didn't want liquour for the train ride home (especially since I was on this diabetes med that apparantly made any alcohol go straight to my brain) so I just oredered whatever she did since she was the only one ordering a beer. So glad I did!
Sophia Sim for another discovery of a wonderful drink by just ordering whatever someone else ordered...yaay for pellegrino and lime!
Tricia Suveg gets the award for telling me the difference between Madonna and the Spice Girls. (I was 9 and I thought all girl pop music was Madonna)
Holly Smith gets the award for showing me that blonde hair does not turn green if you swim in a pool all summer long. And for showing me that yes, people somehow exist without ever drinking water.
Adam Young gets the award for making me like mustard. I never liked mustard before, and I did kind of like Adam Young even though I would never have admitted it, becasue every other girl did...and he made me a sandwich after I was over playing soccer at his house one day and asked if I liked mustard and I just answered "yes" becuase I wasn't thinking about the sandwich I was thinking "oh my god, just keep quiet so he never thinks you like him." and then of course I HAD to eat the sandwich in it's entirety becuase he made it so I started eating it and discovered...hey I kind of like mustard.
Amy Cavanaugh and Kelli Staples get a combined award for repeating so many Mean Girls quotes during work that I had to go watch the movie and now it's the second best movie ever (second only to Clueless). Oh my God Karen you can't just ask people why they're white.
Chelsey Helman Housers (sp) parents...who I've never met...get the award for showing me at a tender age, the power of a hyphenated last name. Mail call anyone?
Kevin....hmmm....Kevin whose dad was a vet and mom ran marathons...oh Kevin Skully gets the award for being the first penis I ever saw and officially traumatized me for life. He also gets the award for traumatizing me with memories of him peeing, and for teaching me that Koolaid's give moustaches. All of this life experiance before the age of six!
Telemarketing-boss-whose-name-I-don't-remember-but-wanted-to-get-me-drunk-at-17-and-made-suggestive-remarks-to-me-and-sang-me-fifty-cent-but-was-overall-a-decent-guy-and-maybe-cute-if-he-had-ever-succeeded-in-getting-me-drunk gets the award for finally making me realize why I spent three years in telemarketing, never once got a sale (Regardless of what I was selling) and yet still maintained my job. My boobs and male bosses.
Patty Young (Adam's mom) gets an award for teaching me that it's okay to leave my mcdonalds in my car for as long as I want, it will never ever ever go bad. (she has this 10 year old hamburger that she's been carrying around forever and it's still practically as perfect as the day she bought it)
Okay so my son is refusing to sleep and my husband has declared his shift over so...maybe I'll have another round of these sometime.
I guess I'll go on facebook and tag some people so they feel loved.
Tuesday, April 21, 2009
Why Christians should politically support Gay Marriage.
1. There is a difference between your personal moral code and the types of moral codes that should be legislated. The subject of marriage is not something that in any way shape or form should be legislated about.
2. So what if you win this round? All you are doing is creating a dangerous precedent to where the leading religious majority's moral code is enacted into legislation...which is all fine and dandy while you agree with it. But what happens when the leading religious majority is a majority you don't agree with it all? Does anyone want to see us turn into Iran, where strict religious codes are made into public law? And don't even tell me that's far fetched. In supporting the right for all people to marry, you are supporting your right to have a personal opinion about it and you are also supporting your right to maintain private religion and not have the government involved.
3. If you are worried about the sancity of marriage, maybe we should look a little harder at the divorce rate in this country. Even in Christian circles the sancity of marriage is something that is long forgotten. There is nothing that gives you the right as a heterosexual couple to walk all over the sancity of the commitment of marriage while denying the same right to a homosexual couple. Your both sinning anyhow.
4. I also think polygamy should be legalized. I am very confused as to why that wasn't the first battle...it seems like a more natural progression to wear people down.
FYI: I do not think homosexuality is anything to be condoned, just like I don't think gossip is right or lying to your two year old about Santa Claus. (Notice I said Christians should "politically' support Gay Marriage...not support the idea of it) BUT there is some foresight that needs to be accounted for when looking at this issue. We should be supporting the individual's rights in order to keep our own protected and safe in the future.
2. So what if you win this round? All you are doing is creating a dangerous precedent to where the leading religious majority's moral code is enacted into legislation...which is all fine and dandy while you agree with it. But what happens when the leading religious majority is a majority you don't agree with it all? Does anyone want to see us turn into Iran, where strict religious codes are made into public law? And don't even tell me that's far fetched. In supporting the right for all people to marry, you are supporting your right to have a personal opinion about it and you are also supporting your right to maintain private religion and not have the government involved.
3. If you are worried about the sancity of marriage, maybe we should look a little harder at the divorce rate in this country. Even in Christian circles the sancity of marriage is something that is long forgotten. There is nothing that gives you the right as a heterosexual couple to walk all over the sancity of the commitment of marriage while denying the same right to a homosexual couple. Your both sinning anyhow.
4. I also think polygamy should be legalized. I am very confused as to why that wasn't the first battle...it seems like a more natural progression to wear people down.
FYI: I do not think homosexuality is anything to be condoned, just like I don't think gossip is right or lying to your two year old about Santa Claus. (Notice I said Christians should "politically' support Gay Marriage...not support the idea of it) BUT there is some foresight that needs to be accounted for when looking at this issue. We should be supporting the individual's rights in order to keep our own protected and safe in the future.
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