I didn’t ask to be born!


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The cry of a frustrated teenager.

One who has much but believes has nothing.  One who thinks is in a place its creators are not.  One who sees only difference.  One who wants to be free to be who they are.  Not realising their creators also face the same doubts, uncertainties and struggles to “be who they are”.  Each the same more than different.  Each changing always and never in the same place as before.  Each seeing only the yawning gap neither can breach.

A bit like bible teaching.

: I didn’t ask for same-sex marriages to be a sin!
: I didn’t ask to be taught a God who sits in judgement more than love!
: I didn’t ask for suffering and burden and sacrifice – but that’s what he bible says – that’s what God demands!
: I didn’t ask for the bible to be truth – but it is!
: I didn’t ask for the bible to be inerrant and infallible – God breathed – God inspired – the Word of God – God revealed …
: I didn’t ask for any of that – but it is true and correct.

The bible says so.

Evolution or Creation?  Science or Theology?  Sex this way but not that way … living this way but not that way … believing this truth but not that “fake” truth … teaching this but not that … judging this but endorsing that … grazing on the Word of God like the pickiest of picky eaters … as carnivores … as vegetarians … as vegans … as one full of allergies … as connoisseurs … as gorgers … as heartburn addicts … or just as addicts …

I didn’t ask for the bible to be so complicated – it just is!

I sometimes wonder … do we ever really listen to ourselves?  Do we ever wonder what the Man himself (or Woman herself – or non-binary-but probably-gender-fluid-gender supernatural Being) really hears in this eternal earthly squabbling?

The Greatest Of These comes complication and complex-free.  Until this:

I never asked to be loved unconditionally!

I have read two blogs this morning writing of love.  That bond of creation in which love without condition is the only love there is.  One of a young child, the other of an aged mother.  Love that never asked to be born but was.  Love that never asked to be unconditional but is.  Love that was present from before the day of birth and continues beyond the day of death.  Love that is as real as this keyboard on which I type my own words.  Words that did not ask to be correct but are.

Love IS The Greatest of These.

And if there’s a biblically-correct God who sits in judgement of me … who will line me up against a wall and determine my eternal fate … who will send me left or right … who will pick and choose the conditions for my Love or my banishment … then THAT is NOT The Greatest of These.

That is Love WITH Condition.

: I believe in evolution and not Genesis as the way we all got to where we are today
: I have no idea why – I never asked for this – but I love with a physical attraction that is unconditional those who are the same gender as me
: I read the bible and thought “Fuck it!” – being biblically-correct is as old as the Pharisees – I am going to major on The Greatest of These and leave the rest at his feet

And you really want me to believe that the God you worship, have given your lives to, who taught that Love IS the greatest of these will look at me with a curled (or sad) lip and pronounce for all to hear:

“Send him down – I never asked him to think for himself.”

Many of those I love have died.  Many of those I love are alive.  The only common factor between life and death is love.

Even God knows that.  The bible says.

“I read the bible and thought “Fuck it!” – being biblically-correct is as old as the Pharisees – I am going to major on The Greatest of These and leave the rest at his feet … “

Is going  I didn’t ask for the bible to be so complicated – it just is!  bible-blind.

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