• sacrilegious • I grew up singing hymns. Learning about a ..
Added 2023-10-03 15:55:48 +0000 UTC• sacrilegious • I grew up singing hymns. Learning about a poor carpenter man who helped the blind see, fed the hungry, saved whores from being stoned. Funnily enough , here I am, a whore who is stoned daily. Jokes aside, I listened to those teachings. About loving the people around you no matter if they looked like you or believed what you did. The man I read about tore down churches for selling goods for profit, he spoke against preaching in public or committing violent acts in the name of religion. I sometimes wonder if anyone else in that building was reading the same book I was. While I was reading stories and poems and morals teaching us to love thy neighbor, their “love” felt as sharp as the stones they were casting. Those stones cut deeper and deeper each time. How could we not have learned to love the same way when the definition was in the very same book. Love is gentle. Love is patient. Love is kind. Love does not Envy. Love does not boast. Love is not proud. Love does not dishonor others. Love is not self-seeking. I left the buildings. I left those people. I don’t regret that and I’d never go back. Still, I’ve never left those words behind. In an act of rebellion I choose to still use that definition. Because there is nothing more sacrilegious, than actually loving like jesus.
