All of the recent Internet chatter regarding the Equality in Marriage bill has got me thinking. I've been thinking of all of the hurt behind the mud-slinging between right-wing crazies and left-wing crazies. I've been wondering where I fit in in all of this. And then it dawned on me...what if that's not really the right question? What if we've blown this whole equality thing completely out of proportion and we're missing the point? So I'd like to provide some thoughts on Equality, Easter, and what's really going on.
First, I'd like to say that sexuality has taken over. It's taken over everything: everything we see, smell, taste, hear. Everything. Have we forgotten that human sexuality isn't everything? I don't know about you, but I don't want the first thing somebody says about me to be, "a heterosexual female". I am so much more than that. There is so much more to the human spirit and being than our sexual orientation. And I think we limit ourselves and make ourselves shallow for thinking that our sexuality is all that we are. Yes, it's a portion of who I am, but it certainly isn't all that I am. We are so much more. It's like choosing to focus on one particular color in a prism of light. We are more than that. And we miss the beauty of each individual if we focus only on one color.
Equality.
In today's society, we are told that we are all equal. That is so true. We ARE all equal - more than we know! And we are all equally messed up. At the very fundamental core of who we are, we are flawed. We are all like little kids who have been born in a sewer and held hostage by a horrible abuser. And we're sitting in, living in, breathing in poop. Really gross, smelly, messy poop. There's no way to clean ourselves off, we're just stuck in the stench and nastiness. And we're all stuck in our own poop together. Now, we would be fools if we sat in the poop debating what color it was or calling the poop that others are sitting in smellier than our own. We would also be fools to pretend that one of us was cleaner than the other because, here's the deal, folks: We're all sitting in shit.
What might perhaps be wiser is to seek the Solution. A Rescuer. Somebody who could clean us up and help us to learn not to return to the sewer. And that's where Easter comes in.
Easter.
The odd part about the whole Equality in Marriage bill is really the timing of it all. It's such a huge distraction that keeps us from seeking the Solution, particularly during this time of year. Instead, it keeps us fighting with one another and throwing poop at each other. We're all wasting time doing so and we're not getting any cleaner, prettier, or better smelling. If we could just realize that the Rescuer came, conquered the horrible abuser that has kept us locked in a sewer, and is providing a way to remove all of the stench. The Rescuer is standing at the doorway of the sewer inviting us to take his hand and his help to get out of the mess, but we're too busy arguing with each other about who is smellier and what color the poop is that we're sitting in. He's come. He's risen from the pit that we're in, defeated the abuser, and is now inviting us to follow him and be cleansed. In other words, we've been given a way to a new life, one that we've never known before. It's clean, it's fresh, and it's ours for the asking. The best part about Easter is that all of the work has been done. We don't have to fight the abuser ourselves, it's already been done. All we have to do is take the Rescuer's hand and be led to new life.
That's what Easter is all about, Charlie Brown.
It's difficult because we've never known this new life. All we've known is the sewer. It takes a while for the stench to wear off. In fact, we all still get poopy from time to time. And we all are tempted to return to our old life, the smelly one which was all we've ever known. But the best news of all is that forgiveness and hope are extended to us. The Rescuer never gives up on us. He continues to call us back in order to wash us off, clean us up, and tell us that we're loved. He promises that one day, all of the other kids stuck in the sewer will see that they can get out with his help. They'll all get clean one day, and we'll all sit around his dining room table, clean and fresh, sharing a meal together. Our sewer days will be but a distant memory.
So this year, what will you do? I hope that you will take the Rescuer up on his offer.
He's here to wash us clean and call us his children. We will finally have a place to call Home, and it will be in the arms of our Rescuer.
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