Stop the Fear

I'm scared. I've had this blog for over a week, and I've been courageous enough to write 2 posts. But, yeah, there's that big but (not butt--watch it, buddy!). I still haven't told anyone--no one, not one single person--that I've started this blog. Here's my vow. After I finish writing this, I'm going to go on Twitter, and I'm going to tell some really smart, funny, incredible people that I started this blog. I think.

Okay, here I go. Yeah, really. I'm gonna do it. Dare me! Okay, I'll meet that dare. See you on the other side of Twitter. Ugh. I think.

So Much to Think About

 I want to believe that my God is the God of love and acceptance--not hatred and bigotry. Maybe I'll get to heaven, and God will sit me down and tell me I was wrong. Maybe God does think being gay is wrong. But maybe I'm right, and he thinks all love is acceptable love--whether is it between a man and a woman or a man and a man (or a woman and a woman). He created love--how can he condemn love between any two people? Love is holy.

With the rash of gay-bashing and young gay suicides lately, my heart breaks. I believe Jesus came for us all--he didn't sit with the rich and powerful, the socially acceptable. He sat with the tax collectors, the outcasts, and the children--those deemed not as important. He told us we were all important--there was no less than in his eye.

I want my son to grow up in a world that sees all people as valuable and deserving of respect. That means all people: men, women, Christians, Muslims, Jews, gays, lesbians, blacks, whites, asians, latinos, just everyone.

I'm not saying anything novel or earth-shattering. It's all been said far better by more eloquent people.  So why even write this? Because I want people to know that there are plenty of  Christians who believe that our God is a God of  love and acceptance. And that liberal and Christian aren't opposite terms--in fact, Jesus was a radical liberal of his day.

My First Post

Okay, I think I'm really going to do this thing. I've been reading and admiring some amazing women (and a few amazing men) for a few years. I've wanted to do this since I first started reading, but fear. Oh fear. I can't do what these talented women do. What does it matter that I'm an editor and a relatively good writer? I really couldn't do it. Put my life on the internet? Who would care? What if no one reads? I'll be a blogging failure.

Well, I've decided to do it anyway. Maybe no one will care. Maybe no one will read this. But I care that I don't let the fear stop me from doing something. I decided that if I got a netbook, I'd start this thing. And I did little things to get it started, but I didn't write my first post until today--about 2 months after getting the netbook.

So I'll start slow. Here is my first post. I'm scared. But I'm going to post it anyway. Now, will I have the courage to tweet that I finally did this? We'll see.