“I kissed a girl, and I liked it…”

Right now, homosexual marriage and homosexual rights are hot topics. It has been around for a very, very long time and now has been given more leeway. As a Christian, this scares me. This is something that has brought the whole world to a whole new, higher level of immorality and sin.

But, what is so bad about marrying a same sex partner and having couple rights? It’s an easy question to answer from a Christian perspective – the Bible says it is wrong. There.

Leviticus 18:22 “Thou shalt not lie with mankind, as with womankind: it is abomination.”

Leviticus 20:13 “If a man also lie with mankind, as he lieth with a woman, both of them have committed an abomination: they shall surely be put to death; their blood shall be upon them.”

Romans 1: 26-27 “(26) For this cause God gave them up unto vile affections: for even their women did change the natural use into that which is against nature: (27) And likewise also the men, leaving the natural use of the woman, burned in their lust one toward another; men with men working that which is unseemly, and receiving in themselves that recompence of their error which was meet. (28) And even as they did not like to retain God in their knowledge, God gave them over to a reprobate mind, to do those things which are not convenient;”

Then for those who aren’t Christians, allow me to go into more details – It is not natural.

No one is born a homosexual. There is no gene that says, “Hey, this individual is gonna be a homosexual!”  Just like no one is born with a gene that says, “This dude is going to be a paedophile, a rapist, a murderer, a vegan, a Christian, a Buddhist, etc…”

What happens is that a person chooses to be a lesbian/gay. Homosexuality is a preference, a perversion of nature.  Just as bestiality is.

And the homosexuals are screaming for rights. Please, do not bring up that picture of those African-Americans having protests for civil rights. That is a completely different thing – they wanted to be treated as human beings, and rightfully so. What homosexuals want is to make their life easier so that they can be recognised as a couple, to buy property, insurance, and what a normal heterosexual couple would have.

If various states or countries were to allow this, then why not we also make child marriages easier too? And by child, I mean twelve and younger, as is relatively common in Middle East? Why not make it legal for a human to marry a goat? Why not remove all the laws that prohibit necrophilia? Why not allow a father to divorce his wife and then marry his own daughter?

I may seem harsh, comparing homosexuality to all the rest of what seems like a worse offense. But, there is no such thing as a “worser” offense in God’s eyes. If you sin, it means you have sinned. That’s that, end of discussion.

The reason why the LGBT movement have to be so aggressive and rough is mainly this – they can only recruit they cannot reproduce. Can a woman and another woman, after having sex, produce a baby? What about a man and another man, can they make a baby and give birth? No.

Just gather up all the LGBTs and stick them on an island. Visit them about a hundred years later and the population would have decreased drastically. Sure, some of the couples might have shared their spouses with the opposite sex couples so that they can have children. But, there is no guarantee that the child that is born would be a homosexual. Just as how, in this world where the majority of the population is straight, they still manage to raise children who turn out to be gay.

So, yes, I may sound harsh. But, sin is not something to be taken lightly, and I will not take the subject of homosexuality lightly.

To Live, To Laugh, To Love

The number of Filipinos in the church I attend has greatly increased over the years. And, with it, has my interactions with this ethnic group also increased. Here’s what I have learnt about most Filipinos. They are a fun-loving bunch of people – people whom you would want to invite to your party.

It is so easy to be around them. I am, by nature, quite an extroverted and loud person. But, in this Chinese culture in Singapore, you can’t really act like that in a group setting. Sure, me and my Chinese pals do laugh and stuff, but it has to be a toned down version – if not, weird stares would come your way. Whereas, with the Filipinos, no one cares if you find something funny and you start laughing uncontrollably and kinda loudly, in fact, they would probably even join you.

For example, a few years back, we had invited quite a few of the Chinese families in the church come over for a Christmas dinner. Everything went quite well, we chit chatted and held conversations. But, I stopped to observe these guests for a while. A number of them were either seated quietly and staring into space, or they were involved with their electronic gadgets. Unless you made the effort to talk to them, or make the guests talk to each other, they would continue to be like that for quite some time.

Then, during another time, we had invited the Filipinos, and only them, for a meal at my house. Boy, was that a blast. Once they had put down their food, they immediately started talking and laughing with each other. By the time the fellowship “officially” started, the entire house was filled with the happy sounds of laughter and a mix of the Tagalog and English language. Of course, there were a few that did take out their phones, iPads, and stuff, but it was mostly to take hilarious selfies and random pictures.

If you were to ask me which party I enjoyed the most, it would be the one with the Filipinos.

However, I do not mean to say that being a serious person is a bad thing. There are times when you certainly have to be serious. But, I do enjoy the moments when I can just let my hair loose and enjoy the little humorous moments that God puts into my life. To live, to laugh, to love.

Romans 8:31, 35-39

Sharing another few verses from Romans 8:31, 35-39. Such wonderful verses that remind Christians about the love of God. 🙂

Romans 8:
31 What shall we then say to these things? If God be for us, who can be against us?
35 Who shall separate us from the love of Christ? shall tribulation, or distress, or persecution, or famine, or nakedness, or peril, or sword?
36 As it is written, For thy sake we are killed all the day long; we are accounted as sheep for the slaughter.
37 Nay, in all these things we are more than conquerors through him that loved us.
38 For I am persuaded, that neither death, nor life, nor angels, nor principalities, nor powers, nor things present, nor things to come,
39 Nor height, nor depth, nor any other creature, shall be able to separate us from the love of God, which is in Christ Jesus our Lord.

Appointment with Love

I just had to share this story. I suddenly remembered this from my literature book and had to hunt the story up again. This will probably be my most favorite short love story of all time! 🙂

  

Appointment with Love

S. I. Kishor

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             Six minutes to six, said the clock over the information booth in New York’s Grand Central Station. The tall young Army lieutenant lifted his sunburned face, and narrowed his eyes to note the exact time. His heart was pounding with a beat that shocked him. In six minutes he would see the woman who had filled such a special place in his life for the past 13 months, the woman he had never seen, yet whose written words had sustained him unfailingly.

          Lieutenant Blandford remembered one day in particular, the worst fighting, when his plane had been caught in the midst of a pack of enemy planes.

          In one of his letters, he had confessed to her that he often felt fear, and only a few days before this battle, he had received her answer: “Of course you fear…all brave men do. Next time you doubt yourself, I want you to hear my voice reciting to you: ‘Yea, thought I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I shall fear no evil, for Thou art with me.’” …He had remembered, and it had renewed his strength.

          Now he was going to hear her real voice. Four minutes to six.

          A girl had passed close to him, and Lieutenant Blandford started. She was wearing a flower, but it was not the little red rose they had agreed upon. Besides, the girl was only about 18, and Hollis Meynell had told him she was 30. “What of it?” he had answered. “I’m 32.” He was 29.

          His mind went back to that book he had read in the training camp. Of Human Bondage, it was; and throughout the book were notes in a woman’s writing. He had never believed that a woman could see into a man’s heart so tenderly, so understandingly. Her name was on the bookplate: Hollis Meynell. He had got hold of a New York City telephone book and found her address. He had written, she had answered. Next day he had been shipped out, but they had gone on writing.

          For 13 months she had faithfully replied. When his letters did not arrive, she wrote anyway, and now he believed he loved her, and she loved him.

          But she had refused all his pleas to send him her photograph. She had explained: “If your feeling for me has any reality, what I look like won’t matter. Suppose I’m beautiful, I’d always be haunted by the feeling that you had been taking a chance on just that, and that kind of love would disgust me. Suppose I’m plain (and you must admit that this is more likely), then I’d always fear that you were only going on writing because you were lonely and had no one else. No, don’t ask for my picture. When you come to New York, you shall see me and then you shall make your decision.”

          One minute to six. . . Then Lieutenant Blandford’s heart leaped.

          A young woman was coming towards him. Her figure was long and slim; her blond hair lay back in curls from her delicate ears. Her eyes were blue as flowers, her lips and chin had a gently firmness. In her pale-green suit, she was like springtime come alive.

          He started towards her, forgetting to notice that she was wearing no rose, and as he moved, a small, provocative smile curved her lips.

          “Going my way, soldier?” she murmured.

          He made one step closer to her. Then he saw Hollis Meynell.

          She was standing almost directly behind the girl, a woman well past 40, her graying hair tucked under a worn hat. She was more than plum; her thick-ankled feet were thrust into low-heeled shoes. But she wore a red rose on her rumpled coat.

          The girl in the green suit was walking quickly away.

          Blandford felt as though he were being split in two, so keen was his desire to follow the girl, yet so deep was his longing for the woman whose spirit had truly companioned and upheld his own; and there she stood. He could see that her pale, plump face was gently and sensible; her gray eyes had a warm twinkle.

          Lieutenant Blandford did not hesitate. His fingers gripped the worn copy of Of Human Bondage which was to identify him to her. This would not be love, but it would be something precious, a friendship for which he had been and must ever be grateful. . .

          He squared his shoulders, saluted, and held out the book out toward the woman, although even while he spoke he felt the bitterness of his disappointment.

          “I’m Lieutenant John Blandford and you – you are Miss Meynell. I’m so glad you could meet me. May – may I take you to dinner?”

          The woman’s face broadened in a tolerant smile. “I don’t know what this is all about, son,” she answered. “That young lady in the green suit, she begged me to wear this rose on my coat. And she said that if you asked me to go out with you, I should tell you she’s waiting for you in that restaurant across the street. She said it was some kind o a test.”