christian dear

But what is intolerable is that the creature being should be thus violently stripped of its own precious personality. The violence is none the less odious to the creator for the ingratiating smirk with which it is offered. Nor is the offense any more excusable when it takes the form of endowing the creature with qualities, however amiable, which run contrary to the law of its being:

“I am sure Lord Peter will end up as a convinced Christian.”
“From what I know of him, nothing is more unlikely.”
“But as a Christian yourself, you must want him to be one.”
“He would be horribly embarrassed by any such suggestion.”
“But he’s far too intelligent and far too nice, not to be a Christian.”
“My dear lady, Peter is not the Ideal Man; he is an eighteenth-century Whig gentleman, born a little out of his time, and doubtful whether any claim to possess a soul is not a rather vulgar piece of presumption.”
“I am disappointed.”
“I’m afraid I can’t help that.”

(No; you shall not impose either your will or mine upon my creature. He is what he is, I will work no irrelevant miracles upon him, either for propaganda, or to curry favour, or to establish the consistency of my own principles. He exists in his own right and not to please you. Hands off.)

—  Dorothy L. Sayers, The Mind of the Maker

actually a collection of books that originated from oral tradition with many authors in multiple different genres with a plethora of cultural and contextual connotations that spawned a metric fuckton of interpretations.

so when you say, “but the Bible also says X” from an entirely different book, different author, different genre, and different cultural context deeply embedded in history, forgive me if my eyes roll back into my sockets as I descend into Gehenna. 

Dear Christian: Your confidence is in Him. We are works in progress looking towards the work finished, Jesus. We believe in a God who knew we couldn’t ever reach perfection, so perfection came to us. If you feel like you’ve failed today, the very reason Jesus came was to take on your failures, your ego, your pride, your pain your sorrows, your sin. And He’ll keep working on you until glory. Everything good in you is God in you: and anything bad in you, He’s working on that. This is His grace.
Dear Santa

I would like to have Narry, wrapped in a pretty package, with red string and truth outside of their safe presence,,,,

If this isn’t possible, I still want to have Niall and Harry, wrapped in a pretty package, with little red string….

And if that isn’t possible, I want Harry wrapped in a small package, delivered on Christmas Eve to only me

And he would be busy or something, please send then Niall to Me

And if even that is impossible, then do so One Direction will return in 2017…..

give me more 1D music ♥♥♥

Hug Nelly Branth

Dear Future Husband..... or not

Alot of my friends do this thing where they write letters to their future husbands. Some have special little boxes where they keep all the letters they’ve been writing since 7th grade. Some even seal them with a red lipstick kiss stain. The idea is to give these letters to your husband as a wedding gift on your wedding day. It all sounds lovely and cute right? I think so. At one point I even tried to write a few (only to give up because lets face it, that’s alot of work). 

      Over the past couple long years of puberty I went through the relationship struggles every teenager goes through. The whole mystery game of who likes who. The endless nights talking with friends about our dream boyfriends, The depressing thought that I’ll never be good enough for any boy to like me. I’ve had my fair share of purity talks and relationship sermons. All this I thought was leading me up to having the perfect relationship.

       Then reality came knocking on my dream land door (completely uninvited mind you). That lovely little concept of what the church likes to call “The gift of singleness”. What if God doesn’t have that perfect 6′2, dark haired, British accented man all picked out for me? What if instead He has 12 cats and a fish tank laid out for me in the future? It’s hard to even imagine that. mostly because I don’t particularly like cats, but also because singleness has never ever been in my future plans. 

        The thing is the Bible tells us that singleness is an opportunity. An opportunity to completely focus on God and serving Him. ( 1 Corinthians 7:32-35) I have complete faith that if God does want me to get married He’ll bring the right person into my life ( and I into theirs) but I also have faith that if God wants me to never get married He’ll give me the strength and heart to be content with that. God’s will always works out for the better.  That’s why I don’t want to waste my single days fantasizing and daydreaming about boys. Writing letters to a husband I might never have. I want to give this time to the Lord and to building myself up in Him.           

Dear offended christian, from a very tired christian

Letter by John Pavlovitz

Dear Offended Christian,

I’m terribly sorry that your feelings are hurt again. I feel badly about that. None of us likes to be criticized, so I totally get it.

I know I’ve said some pretty hard words to you recently, and maybe I’ve been somewhat less than “cheery” in my delivery, but that happens when you’re tired.

And I am really tired:

I’m tired of hearing you telling gay people that they can’t simultaneously be both gay and Christian.

I’m tired of having to explain what “Transgender” means to adult Christian people, who I’m quite sure have Internet access and should know better by now that it ain’t “a guy in a dress”.

I’m tired of arrogant pulpit bullies who believe they’re entitled to tell people where they can pee and who they can marry and whether they really love Jesus or not.

I’m tired of you being more outraged by red coffee cups and department store restrooms than by poverty and racism and gun violence and our crumbling school system.

I’m tired of gay people being accused of the kind of predatory behavior that straight men have been exhibiting, since the man cave was—an actual cave.

I’m tired of reminding you that the number of times Jesus spoke about gender identity and sexual orientation in the Gospels—is zero.

I’m tired of having to explain to people that although I am a Christian, that I’m not that type of Christian; the kind that is generous with damnation and stingy with Grace.

I’m tired of LGBTQ teens cutting their forearms and jumping off buildings because they’re told by their church friends that God hates them, because their Christian parents told them, because their Christian pastors told them.

I’m tired of followers of Jesus who don’t seem interested in cracking open a book to see what we’ve learned about the brain and the body in 2,000 years, or to realize that gender identity and sexual orientation don’t equal the word “homosexuality” in the Bible.

I’m tired of all the time I have to spend undoing the damage the Church has done to queer kids and their families.

I’m tired of religious folk who seem to want small government everywhere except the bedroom and bathroom.

I’m tired of Scientific ignorance being treated as if it’s a Christian virtue.

I’m tired of hearing you preach verbatim the gospel of Fox News.

I’m tired of high-profile pastors blaming gay people for 9/11 and Hurricane Katrina and ISIS and child obesity.

I’m tired of waiting for you to show up in this world and actually show the freakin’ love of Jesus to people the way he did and told you to, without excuses or caveats or theological tap dancing to avoid it.

I’m tired of this wasteful, fruitless, mean-spirited, unprovoked, unbiblical attack on the LGBTQ community, that is squandering so much time and life and beauty in the name of a God who is supposedly Love.

I’m tired of so many people believing that “Christian” and “bigot” are synonymous—and not disagreeing with them.

I’m tired of a Church which seems to be so ambivalent toward the teachings and example of Jesus.

I’m tired of a Christianity that is making me more and more embarrassed to be associated with it.

So I get that your feelings are hurt. I understand that you’re offended, and that’s not my intention.

But listen, if you’re going to tell a group of people that they’re going to Hell simply for existing, and you’re going to continually target those people through the Church and the Law and your social media accounts, don’t get angry with me when I tell you you’re being hateful and judgmental and ignorant.

It could be worse.

At least I’m not damning you for all eternity.


A Very Tired Christian

Dear Jesus,

I’m sorry for all the times I fail You.
I’m sorry for all the times I fail to represent You.
I’m sorry that on some days I do not stand out from the crowd.
I’m sorry that I open my mouth without words of Your love and light.
I’m sorry that sometimes I keep my mouth shut out of fear although You want me to speak up.
I’m sorry that I easily forget that You’re my strength.
I’m sorry that I enjoy wealth too much.
I’m sorry that often I do not humble myself.
I’m sorry that I put myself before You.
I’m sorry that I put myself before my neighbour.
I’m sorry that on some days I think I’m a better Christian than someone else - I’m sorry that sometimes I do not see the plank in my eye or I even dare to ignore it.
I’m sorry that I ask You to lead me and decide to take another road when Yours doesn’t please me.
I’m sorry that I tell You that not even death could diminish my love for You, but I often leave Your side and try to live on my own.
I’m sorry that I wonder how Judas could betray You, how Peter could deny You, how Thomas could ask to see Your wounds while I myself am not any better.

I still dare to say that I love You.

Even if this will cost my life someday.

I’m Yours. Fully Yours.

Dear Christians…

Please stop patting yourselves on the back for the following:

  • Believing in natural selection
  • Believing in evolution
  • Believing that the universe is over 6,500 years old
  • Not getting offended by Starbucks cups
  • Not getting offended by the term ‘Happy Holidays’
  • Not hating gay people
  • Not hating trans people
  • Not hating women that get abortions/are on birth control
  • ‘Loving’ your non-Christian neighbor
  • Saying that Mel Gibson is a disgusting representative of your religion
  • Saying that there is an institutional issue about child rape in the Catholic church

Feel free to add.

Stop acting like a special snowflake for having common sense.

Keep on running

Run straight. Set your heart on the goal. Run toward God and His plan for you.
I know the things on the side of the road are interesting, but they’re distractions.
I know you’re thirsty, but God will provide you with water.
Keep running.
And when you long for a partner that will help push you and help you stay motivated, God will lead someone by your side.
They may not be running by you right now. You may need to learn to run faster or maybe they do.
Keep running. I know you’re tired, but have faith and trust that God will give you strength. Because He will.
I don’t know how long I will run next to you in this race, but know that I will always remember you no matter what.
Keep running. Know that you’re not the only one. There are many others that have finished their race before us. It’s hard. It seems impossible at times, but it’s not.
So darling, keep on running.

Dear Christians who are visual people:

If you are like me, praying is not something you’re very good at; you are never able to feel that connection between you and God, and you don’t feel like you are actually talking to the Creator of the universe—the King of kings, the Lord of lords. You feel like you are just saying words, and your mind becomes something I like to call a “foggy window.” All the while, you feel terrible because you KNOW that He hears you, but your side of the conversation seems weak.
I’ve discovered a way to fight the “foggy window” of our minds: look out of an actual window. Especially on a night when the stars are out, or during a lightning storm, look at the sky when you talk to Him. See the things that He spoke into existence, and the realization of Who it is that you are actually talking to comes crashing down on you. You actually feel like you are talking to Him. Don’t misunderstand, feelings are fading, and you shouldn’t hunt after “feeling God.” You don’t for most of your life. But when you are praying, don’t allow your words to become a chant. Don’t let them become routine. Allow creation to remind you what it is you are actually doing when you pray, and Who you are speaking to. It will protect you from heartless prayers, and as visual people, we are the ones most guilty of this.

Dear Christians (especially Messianics and Hebrew Israelites), ex-Christian pagans, and Christianized Atheists (read: the large majority of atheists):

According to a proper understanding of the Hebrew alphabet, the Tetragrammaton would not make sense to spell out as Yahweh, ever, for three reasons:

  1. No respectable person, Jew or gentile, would actually make an attempt to say G@d’s name in the first place, let alone like that when it is an arbitrary insertion of vowels. 
    1. Note - the only time I’ve actually seen proper justification for the insertion of vowels has been with medieval magical texts wanting to invoke G@d or the angels to ask for things to be done that no human could do by themselves.
    2. If anything, however, religiously Jewish individuals do pretty much everything to AVOID saying that word in the first place. Instead, Adonai (Lord) or HaShem (the Name) are said in its place.
  2. According to a better understanding of Biblical Hebrew (citing matres lectionis), the letters yud (often Y anglicized), he (H), vav (V or W, depending), and alef (more of an indication of a glottal vowel being present at the beginning) actually indicated vowels rather than consonants, and these depend more on the word.
  3. Other vowel markings are also present throughout more modern copies of the Torah, but the Tetragrammaton especially has these - and the vowel sounds attached to the Tetragrammaton, at least from my observation on many sites like Sefaria, Chabad, and Mechon-Mamre, aren’t anything like the ah-eh or ah-ay sounds I have heard when Christians misstate it.

To very much paraphrase (I believe) Rabbi Arthur Green, it makes no sense that the High Priest, the only one allowed to say the Tetragrammaton and ONLY on Yom Kippur, would have said anything like Yahweh. Considering that it may have all been vowel sounds, we can’t really be sure if there was an actual chanting of a name and an invocation or if the priest “spoke” a wordless sigh.

In short - Yahweh is a bad expanding upon of the Tetragrammaton. Don’t use it. Just stick with “G@d” and stop embarrassing yourselves. This isn’t about anyone being offended, but about your avoiding sounding like a complete nitwit.