God bless The Human Rights Campaign. They’ve truly done amazing work and I’m proud to call them an alliance for greater good. It is times like now where we cannot turn our backs and be persuaded to do nothing, ignore circumstances or allow other people whom prey on people’s weaknesses.
Some I’ve known for years came knocking on my lifes door, my haven, in the name of the Lord, Jesus Christ with such disregard for the sake of “Religious Strongholds”. They choose to bind and chant words; assume in some sort a hypocrites version of marriage in full throttle.
I’m proud to associate myself with the LGBTQ community; proudly married. I’m a mother, an aunt, a sister, daughter and friends to many.
While this may be my version of truth, there will always be three versions, mine, theirs and the Lord Jesus Christ himself when others say “I’m not judging you, I’m judging your sin”.
I’m binded by my own truth to say to those who judge “that’s your God, your religious beliefs and your moral truths. These religious judgements are not mine to own”. The Lord I pray to doesn’t selectively chose words, scriptures or justifications. The Lord, my God doesn’t spread hatred, doesn’t spread fear through false prophets, martyrs of religious human fears and certainly not a bigot.
I personally didn’t fully understand a version of “religious strongholds” till it was placed in plain view, as it was shoved right before my eyes as if we were suppose to be grateful; stated we were to be saved through emails, text messages, letters, cards, books sent to our home with in some sort a twisted love notion saying “we’ll never give up on you, we love you. We’ll chant in the name of strongholds, the Lord will bind you through our chants and prayers. We’ll rid those demons and bad spirits from you”.
It was during these moments where I reflected for a bit and said to those strongholds “I’m sorry you’re suffering and praying for change in your ways but we will not participate in such chaos”.
I feel sorry for those whom live in so much fear as they were living a spiritual warfare from day-to-day; night-after-night. Yet saying to those strongholds “be prepared to spend the rest of your life praying in such bias moral judgements; sacraments of human sinful fears because that’s your God”. My God loves unconditionally… I’d prefer to live my life in content; wrap myself around unconditional love with dignity and my self-worth.
As these correspondence continued back-and-forth it appeared at times to be never-ending words in chaos to justify in the name of the Lord Jesus Christ.
However the day came again as we found ourselves getting stronger day-by-day waiting for the next religious stronghold move.
The day arrived where we fought back. What appeared to be a beautiful Easter card in a package had religious books and pamphlets on conversions and reparative therapy; religious literature on strongholds lashing out in their versions of bad spirit’s, demon possessions in a manner of LGBTQ engagement.
In our overwhelming frustrations we thought to burn all the literature sent to us…
Instead we sent these pamphlets, books on strongholds and their version of bible contents back in the box packaged with an article printed from The Human Rights Campaign. There, in The Human Rights Campaign was a long list of affiliates in humanity strongly discouraging; condemning conversions and/or reparative therapy in volumes.
However we knew from previous conversations they’d consider The Human Rights Campaign to be “Secular” to their religious beliefs. Whereas we drove all this utterance and madness in this package back to the post office. We walked in carrying this package as we stood next to the postal worker and said “We’d like to mail this”. The postman said “would you like to add tracking?” Within our own moral validation we responded “absolutely” as the box was filled with strongholds, hatred and fear driven agendas.
My partner and I felt this feeling of a weight lifted off our shoulders. It was the first time either of us felt liberated to have done something proactive and establish boundaries rather than sit on our hands and do nothing. However this isn’t going to go away in any conventional way but it’s a start.