Bad Poetry, Oh Noetry -- Homosexuals Shouldn't Be Allowed In Churches, to Marry or to Write Poetry

I came across this e-mail on the wolf-in-sheep's-clothing, Andrew Sullivan's blog - the entire blog essentially a heathen rant by a homosexual and so-called conservative. Of late, Mr. Sullivan has been calling people like me Christianists in a misleading attempt to group true Christians together with the Islamist terrorists that behead their victims and kill themselves to make a point. While true Christians certainly should not be above sawing the body parts off the truly evil (and then sewing them back on the wrong way or in a new area), like murderers and child molesters, we do not believe in the death penalty. Only God should be able to make the decision on life or death. Suicide is also evil. No, true Christians do not use terrorism to spread the Word of God, we try to use our faith and the miracles of good science (as opposed to the bad, like stem cell research, television and computers; really, for all the witches that read this site, I'd compare it to white magic vs. black), science that can control the way people think and act, that can monitor and ensure conformity to the Christian faith, to bring the planet back to God.

But that's neither here nor there, for the point of this post is tear down the false-hoods in the e-mail to Mr. Sullivan. First of all, one cannot be gay and be a Christian. It's specifically condemned in the Bible. Second, I'm offended by the comparison of the homosexual struggle to that of African Americans and the civil rights movement. One is the struggle of the diseased who could easily be cured if they truly accepted Jesus into their heart; the other was the righteous fight by one group of God's children against racism and segregation used against them by souls corrupted by the Devil. And finally, I'm really disgusted by the e-mailers terrible attempt to be poetic. With gems like "There have been days when I've felt the brush of God's grace through the warm, southern winds. And the sun rose like a thousand diamonds in the sparkle of the trees as I go on my long, crazy drives, praying to God" and "Perhaps the light will return, and the strong fragrance of the wind will be equally welcome as it was before. In a state where accents sometimes fall like flowers on the ear, it's sad to know that hatred can dwell so deeply in the heart" I wanted to vomit at the awfulness of it all. And not just because it was bad poetry, but because I know how the weak-minded and teenagers can be tempted to sin by such overwrought crap. I just wanted to scream out, "No! God's grace will flay and burn you alive with the burning, suffering hurricane of eternal hellfire. It will feel like a million nuclear explosions on your heart and eat you alive!!!" I wanted to tell all the dim-witted sinners that read his rubbish: "There is no sun that 'rises like a thousand diamonds in the sparkel of the trees' -- that doesn't even make sense: diamonds don't rise; I guess you could salvage the horrible attempt at imagery and say something like 'the sparkle in the trees was like a thousand diamonds' but it would still be awful and untrue, for in homosexual Hell there will be no sun, only the light of molten lava and giant geysers of flame." Then, finally, I wanted to assure those whose faith in Jesus could be shaken by the man's words, "That is not hatred in your heart -- that is the power of your righteousness rising up against affronts to God and our Christian way of life; it is a beautiful and pure thing blessed by the greatness and glory of God."