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Today is Friday

Okay, I am going to finish this on the day it was started.

I am two songs done from posting my next mix. I wish Bax could have rewritten a part, but it is too late to ask for changes. This process is long, hard and tough on the ears. I know I will not be a DJ master, but I am still keeping the name: DJ Awesome Sauce. 😐

My first novella – let’s be honest, it’s a short story- will be ready for review this weekend. I was going to volunteer at the Saskatoon Symphony on Saturday, but I am not physically able to do so. Due to this change of plan, the third review csn be done so I can pass it on to an independent adjudicator. 🙂

Next week, after the multiple appointments with the physiotherapist and Richard’s youth meeting, I will be able to start on der taxes! Since my temporary break-apart with my dad, I now have to learn to do this on my own. My beautiful cousin is helping set the whole thing up and walk me through the process.☺

I am going to finish the day with a bubble bath and the sweet, soulful voice of Petroc Trelawny ralking about trains. 📻 🚂

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(Unfuddled)

Just going through another conflict. This time I think I may have won.

To make a long story short (and to prove a point brought up by a curmudgeon) I finally had to claim my space back. I have cut myself off from my parents due to their support for an ethical Canada (and Denmark). My brother is part of this as well because he couldn’t care less about my state of mind to begin with. I made the statement that my mental health is more important than their fear of ISIS. I still think Indian Head is safe.

When I see postings declaring a “war” on Islam, a call to protest (writtenly and physically) against Prime Minister Justin Trudeau, I had to call those out asking where they were when the Saskatchewan government threatened to cut wages and slash jobs to save pennies they forgot to save when the economy was good. Granted, the motion to pass Islamaphobia (specifically) as a hate crime does need to be expanded, but it in no way opens the door for the Islamification of Canada.

I have split myself from these people before. The difference is my approach to the situation. How can I find any compassion with people like my dad who constantly forget the governments they voted for make people like me lose hope in treatment? My dad’s answer to me finding help was: “let’s hope you get help soon, as we don’t want to hear about you jumping off a bridge.” Mental illness affects other families, not his.

The MP in the riding my parents live in is running for the leadership of the Conservative Party of Canada – Andrew Scheer. Though not as creepy, it is so difficult to read some of his concepts; there really isn’t anything of value, especially when representing a riding with 14 First Nations reservations. He represents a group of marginalised people; people who have for years have been abused, ostracised and forgotten.

There is no open support for our First Nations brothers and sisters. My parents have yet to respond to my coming out as bisexual. As hinted at earlier, my mental illness seems like an inconvience. I am worth more than that. My husband Richard is saddened by the turn of events, but this had turned to anger. He wants my dad to apologise.

There is no deal making. I will not ask for forgiveness in return for an apology. 

Not this time.

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New Year Bust Up

Hi friends and family!

It has been an eventful couple of weeks. Today marks the one-week anniversary of our car accident. Not to get into too much detail, we are both battered, bruised, but alive to tell the tale. Or tail, as if I had one it most likely would be broken.

Richard has a broken collarbone, which means he is not able to work for a while. Funny enough, he is okay with that. Waiting for the adjuster to look at the car, the benefit forms and the healing does not seem to have bothered him. His biggest complaint was the bordem that has set in. Captain Kirk and the Trekksteers seemed to have overstayed their welcome. 

It is too cold and icy for him to take a stroll outside by himself. Now I have an idea what the residents at the group home may feel like when they can’t go out. As I am the only one who can drive, it hurts me to see him stuck at home with nowhere to go.

We are lucky enough to have good neighbours helping with shovelling the walk and bringing food. I have stated that we do not need meals, as I have been preparing a number of freezables. We cannot thank everyone enough for their kindness. As Richard said, “there are kind people out there.”

I know I mentioned I may not do this blog thing very often, but I have been given a reason to continue: the budget reminder from Richard’s church.

That will be for the next time. This time it is all about being alive and loving it!

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Whoopsers!

How do I not be so upset over stuff I cannot handle? This past year I have come across a number of friends who, I think, care. I feel awful that they see my meltdowns. How do I let them know I am sorry?

I think the first step is to not apologise, or not all the time, at least. I can be a funny person, spending most of my day trying to be normal. Strange things happen to me in small doses. Unlike most of my friends, my outer scope is rather narrow. I do not have the travel experience or the broad local friendships they do. I do participate in Envy quite well, I must say.

I cannot stop people from voting for the Conservatives, the Saskatchewan Party, Donald Trump, Hillary Clinton, or Drake. I get emotionally tied to episodes in the news when I really should not. I feel pangs of guilt when I realise my friends and family read my outbursts. Then again, how do we encourage growth and uunderstanding if it is not first the frequent ramblings of a clausterfobic mind?

Writing helps. It works even better when words go in an order that does not sound like they were written by a walrus. I have promised to send copies of my work to my friends, but one of my stories disappeared into cyberspace. Or more like a subliminal disk space. I bloody well don’t have a clue!

Yes, writing helps. So does exercise. Richard and I have started back with the Wii. We may even get back to doing Just Dance and Zumba after watching a Suits marathon. I am still determined to beat 9000 on “Eye of the Tiger”.

One of my biggest problems is promising. I do not not do something, only my somethings end up being too much for my body to handle. The guilt of not getting something out in time, a delay due to funding, or three failed attempts at shipping breaks this girl’s heart. What do I do?

“Just be yourself,” I hear you say. This is me. I will try my hardest not to be so negative, but you do have to let me be bonkers every now and then.

The first thing I need to do is make sure I did not send my handwritten draft of my short story to recycling.

*Crossing fingers*

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Juss Cuss

If you feel you don’t fit in with a group, whether it being your workplace, a family function, or a Facebook collective, please remember that you were hired, born into, or invited for a reason. In some cases, the very people who roped you in may feel the same way. I am not saying you should do a survey, but I have a sneaking suspicion I am pretty close.

You may have people tell you to adjust your behaviour, yet it seems the one who has served thirty years at the same job (for example) did not get the same message. This may be true, but you also don’t know what changes they’ve made before you arrived on the scene; they may have been a lot worse. Stuff went on before you/me arrived. That is not to say we do not need some improvement, only thing to do is review the criticism (as this is what it is 98% of the time) and take stock of what can be changed versus what you think should be changed. Remember, you may feel you are in a place that is the personification of inbred cocker spaniels doing human things, but your introduction may have off-set the balance. You may have to re-calibrate yourself at first then slowly introduce your real self.

Goodness gracious, change can be good … for everyone. Speaking on a personal level, I am so lucky to have been able to express my innermost feelings (at a price), my dreams (no matter how far-fetched), and my artistic abilities (relating to finished projects). Take pride in change, even the bad ones. Of course, the bad one is not good, but the good one will not be bad.

I am not the same person I was two years ago or five days ago. We all have something holding us back and something pushing us forward. I have made concessions, agreements, and promises – some of these welcomed, some through sheer disapproval. Now, you know that not everyone will like you, and in turn, you will not like them. That is part of human nature. Actually, not all lions get along, so it is a NATURE thing, human or Panthera leo. Do not be upset; yet on the flipside, do not be the one upsetting. The thing about relationships is sometimes it is not about you, me, him, or her. Other times is is always about you, me, him, or her. Developing a good relationship comes with altering behaviour and accepting behaviour.

Forget the saying “walk a mile in someone else’s shoes.” That is a ridiculous concept. You should be prepared to support, or as I do, carry people in your heart. You cannot experience a person’s joys and sufferings, and they cannot do the same for you. We are only witnesses to each other’s happenings, whether we are physically there or we hear about it over the waves. Compassion is the key to surviving the relationship thing. When I was a practicing Christian, I found it more difficult to care about someone, for fear I was doing it wrong. No, I take that back, I cared differently. Now that I have stepped aside, I see compassion exists. There are people who I have worked with who believe in the power of the Ouija even though it is a made-up game. I giggle, but I have learned not to mention this out loud. I have seen charitableness in a thousand-million forms from my Christian brothers and sisters with no judgement (well, maybe a bit, but they are human). My Atheist and Agnostic cohorts are some of the first to step up and help someone in need. That is awesome!

It is also a crutch.

We all have background things to deal with, some are more frontal than others. I am not afraid to share. Hey, it’s all part of healing. I have learned to be nice to everyone, obvs. I have also learned to carry secrets. I have experienced high-school behaviour amongst forty year old adults. We all have. Granted, some of us are guilty of being one of the accused. Be honest. 

Please, let’s all just be good to each other. Stop collecting info on Facebook, start collecting Pokémon. I do not have the capacity to work at your high-speed level. You may not be able to comprehend the works of Geoffrey Chaucer. Teamwork, I think is the word I am looking for. We are in this together, but sometimes others are more enthusiastic than their partners. Punishing a friend or a co-worker for a meltdown is not how we are supposed to get things done.

Humiliation is not the key to compliance. I do not like a clean desktop (the one on a desk not a computer). You may not like photographs in silver frames. As I mentioned earlier, we need to accept the fact we need to make adjustments, we have quotas to fill, we have cupcakes to make, and sometimes the procedures change. Like living in a new city, we have to learn to read a new map.

We need to rely on each other to make sure the squeaky wheel gets greased. We need to follow the rules, yet be prepared to change things up. We all have gifts and skills along with issues and problems. If a co-worker does something to piss you off, say something. Don’t shun and play favourites; it makes you look silly. It is up to us to encourage each other and break down barriers.

By breaking down barriers, I do not mean break the coffee pot.

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Another Break Taken

Hi!

I am not apolgising for stepping away for a bit, I have been in need of a brain rest. Today (24 July 2016) is the last day of my week-long break from work. It is my first holiday in almost two years. I have been working in the yard and loving it. I have also spent much of my free time doing some music notating, transposing, arranging and studying the Circle of Fifths:

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(photo courtesy of Wikipedia)

I am making my second Classical music mix. I am nowhere near as talented as those who do this for a hobby or a living. I do not have the gear and the magic buttons on my pooter. Ruddy heck, I don’t even know if I got the terms right. Argh. I was a bit embarrassed to do my first one:

The Bees Knees

I have decided not to compete with the others. I do not have the money or the experience to upgrade to a better system. Then again, do I have to? No. Music is a personal expression and there should be no uncomfortable feelings. I had to Google (which is now a verb and a noun) EDM. At first I thought that was a form of adult “communicating”, however, it means ‘Electronic Dance Music’. I admit this to all of you because I have no reason to be embarrassed.

A recent article came up on the BBC Radio Three website regarding the reasons why some people find Classical music difficult to comprehend and accept:

The 11 obstacles to liking classical music (and why they’re all in your mind) (1)

I want to make my own list of 11 points, but in relation to the electronic/techno/house movement. The reasons can be transposed from Classical to any form of music. I mean no offence to my friends who will be reading this. Thankfully they are great to allow me to not not know very much and are more than willing to answer my questions. 

Here goes:

Gigs are too long – Oh boy, can they ever! Though I have not been to a live DJ show, I heard they can go on for hours. I listen to programmes on the Internet , which are two to three hours. When you take into account a remix of one an Enya songs is just over eight minutes, a gig can be filled with longer diddies:

Here is the original:

In all honesty, the remix is better. Sometimes longer is better. Raves, as I think the nsme still applies, are meant to last almost forevet. I would love it. 

I find the theme song to Friends to be too long.

Gigs are to expensive – An Interwireless device has allowed me to listen to DJ sets from as far away as Hungary, Malta, Brighton and London. Most of the presenters on do their shows free of charge on various Internet radio stations. I have yet to pay-for-listing. I believe they may also pay for the privilege to play their sets. Most of the DJs have full-time jobs during the regular work week. Accountants can be bass-ass master mixers. Yo, baby!

It’s Groupist – To avoid this label, there is a bit of a class element here. I am plain girl from the Prairies who studied music. I was teased for going to a school with no band programme. My knowledge of dance music came via Friday night’s “Electric Circus” on MuchMusic. I sometimes feel out of place when I enter conversations regarding famous DJs because I have never heard of them. As mentioned, my friends have been great to let me ask questions as well as play along. I spend a heck of a lot of time on der Google when I listen to a show.

There is too much stuff to know – I cannot give a comment to this, as I am still an outsider. I think there are “rules” with regards to how many effects are added to a mix. You can have too much reverb, apparently: 10 tell-tale signs of an amateur mix (2)

You feel left out – Like any club, there are those who want to keep the doors closed and only allow someone in who is the right person, that is how human being operate. I have been made to feel more than welcome by the people in the DJ world, and they have been receptive to the music I have introduced them to. Except Thomas Tallis, no one seems to appreciate Thomas Tallis.

I have not heard of anybody – Oh yes, that is me most of the time. I am part of a few music review groups on Facebook and I see an array of selections by artists such as:

and so much more. This is an excuse. YouTube, MixCloud, SoundCloud, Bandcamp, and other music sharing sites are a great way to delve into newness. I have picked up a liking for Gregory Porter this way:

The music is in outer space – I heard this a lot when I first came across dance music, house music and the like. Funny how people jumped on the Fatboy Slim craze, but find works by artists like Taka Perry to be “out there” and “complete shite”:

There are so many Classical composers who were (and still are) treated this way. It has nothing to do with the genre just people being afraid to try new things. Like Thomas Tallis.

There is no “original” music – I thought that as well, but as I mentioned earlier, Classical composers reused their music and others. There are a number of original works done by DJs. Remixes, usually songs released previously, are melded into a one-off creation:

It does not fit in my world – Well, I don’t like Family Guy or Star Trek or Brussels sprouts, but that does not mean they do not fit in my world. I have friends and family that love one or all three of those things, and they are in my world. You have the choice not to listen in the end, however, try starting a new beginning by taking a leap into another universe:

(you gotta love his hats!)

I don’t know where to begin – Do what I did, go to YouTube and be random. It also helps to surround yourself is an odd (in a good way) mix of friends. Take a look at the music they post, there may be odd dance mix or jazz song that is catchy. Look for remixes of a favourite song; you never know what you’ll find:

It is loud, repetetive and no semblance of order – Yes, much like J S Bach:

Messiaen:

Massive Attack:

There is the odd time I just can’t take some of the DJ’s choices, and I too say the music is complex and too big for my brain. It  can take a while for a song to get started and then it does not seem to end (alluding to the first point). But this is the joy of making music. You cannot have symmetry in music, no matter what the masters tell you:

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(photo courtesy of Wikipedia)

I have no closing statement. I will leave you with this:

(1) McAloon, Jonathan. “The 11 Obstacles to Liking Classical Music (and Why They’re All in Your Mind).” Proms – The World’s Greatest Classical Music Festival. Copyright © 2016 BBC, 13 July 2016. Web. 24 July 2016.
(2) “10 Tell-tale Signs of an Amateur Mix.” MusicRadar. © Future Publishing Limited Quay House, The Ambury, Bath BA1 1UA. All Rights Reserved. England and Wales Company Registration Number 2008885., 7 June 2012. Web. 24 July 2016.

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BREXIT – My opinion

There are so many ways I can take this, but I think I will keep it personal. The BBC has a great visual of the results of the British EU Referendum, what some called BREXIT.

The result of the referendum (1)

On Facebook I have a group in my possé that voted “Remain” and some voted “Leave”. Each were emotional, empathetic, bitter, and in some cases down-right mean. I am an observer from Canada, so I technically do not have an opinion; but do I???

Yes, the pound took a thirty-year all time low hit last night (early morning), but I would get four more pounds for a hundred today than I would have yesterday, according to the Bank of Canada. That is not significant, but over time it could be, or not. Canada has just started to come out of a low dollar episode, which I feel directly at the place I work. Québec City did not get an expansion NHL team due to our shitty dollar.

Not that it is the same thing.

I took a lot of guff when I tried to convince my friends and family in Canada to vote out the Conservative Party in the general election last year. It worked for the most part, except the riding I live in voted in higher numbers for the Tories. They seemed to be blind to the fact our MP, Kelly Block, wrote a pamphlet criticising immigrants and denied (though proven in parliamentary papers) that she was involved with the Robo-Call scandal. It seems fear lead people to make decisions, though unpopular, with their emotions, not the wider aspect of the future.

I think the case for the exit from the European Union was made out of the same ingredients. The migrant crisis, the belief in the dissolution of the NHS (much like the Canadian Medicare system), and the need to be British without an extra branding on the passport:

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I think what scares me more about this whole thing is the fact that Canadians see this as a rallying cry. So many have posted on Canadian media pages regard this vote as a vote for “independence”, a vote for “bringing Britain back”, and “Hail to the New United Kingdom” (an actual quote). Canadians, as I pointed out to a friend in the UK, are a hidden kind of stupid.

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I refuse to pay to use this photo, so I am keeping their watermark on the picture. BTW, this is NOT an example of “independence day”.

There were a few remarks regarding the xenophobia and racism that stemmed from the seeds planted prior to the vote. I will say that not everyone who voted to Leave are racists or bigots or xenophobes, in fact, one has helped me come to terms with my sexuality; just someone wanting the government to have more control over their economic standing. I respect my friend’s choice; I accept my friend’s choice. I understand the sadness and the anger when “hate” leads people to vote in a direction that is different from your own.

Today I saw so many people angry, sad, worried (and some for very good reason). I want you all to know, regardless of what side you were on, you need to remember to love each other. It is very difficult to do, I know. If that does not work, watch this:

(1) “EU Referendum Results – BBC News.” BBC News. Copyright © 2016 BBC, 24 June 2016. Web. 24 June 2016.

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Okay, Here’s The Deal

I find out my times for volunteering at the SSO on Saturday. Excited muchly, I am. Also, after posting a photo of the model train display by the Saskatoon Railroad Modellers Group at the Western Development Museum to Tim Dunn (@MrTimDunn), a model villager and railroad fan, he suggested I join the club. Oh, the thought had crossed my mind. I failed to tell him I also have some videos. I had so much fun.

My parents came up for the Easter weekend, which was the reason for the visit to the WDM. This weekend was fantabulous. I did not feel any pressure to explain myself to my parents. They understood my last breakdown, which a few of you had to witness. I watched Richard go to church on Sunday. I did feel a bit sad for him, as we used to go together, but my feelings for what this holiday represents brought back a memory of a recent moment in time I think may have been a hint I was in the wrong place. It took a couple more to finally get me to a different place.

After a busy summer of a job shake-up, it was decided our small group was to no longer exist. Most of me was glad, as it was getting to be rather uncomfortable; not due to the people, but due to the people. Yes, you read correctly. Gosh, I feel silly to talk about this, but I really cannot find the nerve to do it out loud.

Not having the bible school background and to ability to fake my way into promoting the kingdom made some of the sessions unbearable. My secular university education did not prepare me for this. Nobody wanted to hear about the early church in the UK. History of the “church” only includes Peter, Paul and Mary (sadly, no dragons).

This brings up the point about the one speaker at my former church commending Charlemagne for spreading Christianity throughout Europe. After a number of conversations with other Bethany College (now closed) it would not surprise me that this speaker would not know Charlemagne (as stated in writing) committed genocide.

Charlemagne vs. The Saxons (1)

As pointed out by one of the classmates, bible schools are mostly denominational; so the curriculum is somewhat one sided. Fair enough, but nothing is stopping these good Christian kids from taking the time to expand their knowledge of their faith. I got tired of offering alternatives to the “stories”. Maybe my attempt at teaching sounded more like sarcasm? I will admit there were times it was intended.

Oops.

The conversating also became very difficult. Whilst Richard and the other boys talked about hockey, The Walking Dead, comics and The Walking Dead reading comics during a hockey game, I got to listen to tantrum stories and bottle feeding issues. Sometimes I would join the discussion, but due to a useless womb, my additions were rather mundane. Though I have nothing but the highest regard for stay-at-home mums (my mother was one), I wanted to encourage them to step out of their comfort zone for a couple of minutes. Why did I have to conform to their idea of wonderfulness?

It felt like that moment at a family gathering where you are too young to sit with the adults, but too old to play with the cousins. I felt like I did not fit in; it was 1984 all over again.

I can count on my hands and feet the number of times I got the “I’m sorry to hear that” nod. I must have come across as not very bright. I would walk home, though mostly in silence, complain about not fitting in. How do I fit in now?

“Hey Wendy, you don’t have to; you are just fine as yourself,” I hear you say. That is why I feel a separarion is needed. Though I was well-liked for my scripture reading, very few wanted to get to know me. I am more than capable of reading non-biblibal works out loud. I read to Richard in the car quite a bit and he laughs. The SSO will give me an opportunity to branch out.

I don’t think I am quite ready for the model train club, however, I may volunteer at the WDM.

Yes!

(1) Evans, G. R. “Christian History Institute.” Christian History Institute. N.p., 2014. Web. 28 Mar. 2016.

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It Is Not That We Don’t Want You

Happy International Women’s Day!

I was in a (one-sided) conversation with a devout Christian woman about the need to take care and love our transgender sisters (and brothers) this morning. When I stood up for my trans brothers and sisters in Christ who have been abandoned by their parents and their faith, she had the gaul to say “God does not abandon us, we abandon God.” I am sorry lady, “we” abandon those “God” has instructed “us” to love unconditionally.

Today we recognise the roles attributed to men that are now being filled by women: scientists, authors, composers, business leaders, athletes and so much more. I think, and I do, women need to stand up to fight oppression in all scopes of the real world. We need to stand up for our minority friends (male and female), our LGBTQ neighbour (male or female), our friends with intellectual disbilites, and people questioning their place in the world in general. While women still make considerably less in wages than our male counterparts, women of colour have a double hoop to jump through. The neighbour’s son with Down’s Syndrome needs to be encouraged to take the next step in his persuit to participate in the Special Olympics.

Every day there are women and men who are abused in domestic relationships. We need to comfort them as they find strength and healing. As women, we have a responsibility to our sisters and brothers during their time of healing and transition to a safe environment. Having the power to leave an abusive relationship is stronger when there is a wall of support.

Ladies, today is a day for empowerment. Let us do this by standing up for what is right, just, and deserved:

Freedom to be who we are, loving others and not giving a shit about those who don’t agree.

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For Fear

I had a great conversation with my brother on Thursday. My brother and I talked about the toll on the mind leaving the church takes. Though I did not get into my depression, I feel the separation from the church may actually help in my treatment. The conversations I have also had with a far-away friend may have also been a stepping stone. Prior to my decision to leave the church, I thought my two advisers come from different planets (one is a pagan and one is an atheist), but they do revolve around the same sun.

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Colouring page courtesy of http://www.AactivityVillage.co.uk – Keeping Kids Busy. Markers courtesy of Crayola. Coloured by Wendalynn P. Donnan

Are aliens green? I don’t know. My marker collection consists of 50 colours (49 in this case, as one has dried out). Oddly enough, the range really is not diverse enough.

Kris and my friend told me that I am to focus solely on my own spiritual well-being. I cannot feel that I am letting anyone down. Both also told me to support Richard in his faith walk – I have never stopped this, not once. Richard’s faith is strong and I do not belittle it. My own questions are mine alone. My relationship with God is mine. You can chastise me for letting this go, that is fine. You have your own relationship with God, with Jesus, with the church. You need to deal with that on your own terms.

I have posted videos asking for people to comment on why they believe in Jesus even if he does not exist. I have only received two responses from my Christian brothers and sisters. My non-believer friends were the only true responders. They did not ridicule, hate, or demonise. I love them. I am now like them. It is something I am coming to terms with, and Kris told me it is going to be tough.

As Jesus is to be the Son of God, and for a man to be God he had to be knowledgeable of the beginning, middle, and end. In turn, he should have realised there are decent people in the world. Did he not notice the one-off Pharisee that may not have supported the other 99%?

Jesus, if real, seemed to me to be rather sarcastic. Maybe I feel that way because I have a tendency to be the same. For a man to be God, knowing the inner workings of his own creation, you would expect a bit more compassion. Yes, he did associate himself with the undesirable, the unwanted, the unclean (metaphorically and literally), and the unrighteous; people just like us. Not everyone understood what he was trying to say, he should have known this. He did know this.

Giving himself up for crucifixion was a way to show love. He was taking the punishment for our sins; the sins that have been committed and the sins that were going to committed. All we are to do in return is to be better people and thank him for his sacrifice. That is a lot to ask for. Kindness and compassion is a human trait, as per my observation, not church-born. Hate, love, tolerance, disparity, justice, and unfairness exist in all cultures and evident throughout human existence not just religious existence.

I have wondered for the longest time on the proof of Jesus. Without Jesus, there would be no Christianity; plain and simple. Over two billion people, in many guises, follow the teachings of Jesus Christ. Was he God, or as the Son of God – human, yet divine? To put it into perspective, millions of people have seen Titanic, but that does not make it a great movie.

Lastly, I do not want any part of an organised religion that condemns Richard and I for not having children, and condemns my LGBTQ brothers and sisters a reason for existing. Apparently, a Christian family includes products of the human kind to be a true marriage. Sorry, but our lack of procreation does not make us any less Christian. The gay couple who chooses to adopt a child unwanted by a straight couple is doing God’s will and giving a home to the homeless. Single people are told to abstain, but the good church fathers (yes, most of these abominations are detailed by men) do not realise the hold they have on the souls of the single man who may have had sex with his girlfriend. Making someone feel guilty is a great way to get the numbers up on the “To Be Saved” list.

I am no longer questioning my place in the world of God.

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