Today’s post is a bit on the longer side. Forgive me for that, and I hope you’ll read to the end as it’s an important message I don’t think can be summed up to a few paragraphs.
Anyway, the post, I’m Christian, unless you’re gay has now been viewed more than 2.5 million times. More than eight thousand comments and emails have rolled in since I published it. It’s been up for a little more than a month.
And to be honest, I have to shake my head because, as well-received as it has been, and as beautiful as many of those comments are, a great number of the people who have read it really don’t get it.
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And I guess that’s my fault. I guess in the end, it is my writing that came up short.
It was a difficult post to write and an even more difficult post to publish. It’s not so much that I worried about recoil; it’s that I had a message of love that I was desperate to distribute. And believe me. It was not lost on this blogger that if I did it incorrectly, love would be the last thing anybody would be focusing on.
And though I failed for some readers, I believe I almost wrote the piece I set out to finish. I believe I nearly hit the mark. Still, there have been many moments along the way that whisper to me, you could have done better. And, there’s a lot more to the puzzle, Mr. Pearce.
Sadly, there were a lot of comments which claimed to be supporting my original post while simultaneously preaching a gospel of discord and intolerance toward entire groups of people on all sides of the equation, particularly the groups of people inside and outside of religion.
I really wish I could believe that such a mentality was exclusive to a few random wanderers stopping by my pages. But it’s not. I’ve seen it plenty of times in my own life and I’ve seen it plenty of times in my own travels.
As I’ve mentioned before, I am not gay. I am also not religious.
And, you should know me well enough now to know that I’m not anti-gay. You should also know me well enough to know that I am not pro-religion. But I wonder if you know me well enough to know that I am also not anti-religion. Or that I am not pro-gay.
You see, to be any of these things goes against the very core of my original message. To be any of these things puts me in that place where I can so easily trade out the mandate to love my fellow man with my own inane need to judge my fellow man and thereby declare myself better than my fellow man.
And in reality, it’s not any of us being these things that is the problem. It’s the entire concept of seeing these things to begin with.
It’s seeing a person’s weight before we ever see the person.
It’s seeing a person’s apparel before we ever see the person.
It’s seeing a person’s sexual orientation before we ever see the person.
It’s seeing a person’s wealth or poverty, the color of a person’s skin, or a person’s profession before we ever see the person.
Now, this isn’t to say that seeing our differences is unhealthy. On the contrary. Our countless differences should be celebrated and appreciated. Rather, it’s to say that our differences shouldn’t be the first thing we process any time another person enters our gaze.
Impossible, you say?
The more amount of life I put behind me, the more convinced I am that the reason we have all trained ourselves to first see these things is so that we can each quickly and authoritatively gauge how we ourselves are better or worse than others. We do it because we need to see and measure how exactly we stack-up next to every other person who meanders across our paths.
For some reason, we each innately believe that every person on this earth must be either better than us, or worse than us.
The sad truth is, “equality” is nothing but an unfriendly mirage to the majority of us. It is a fantasy that we all say we believe in and we say that we want, yet few of us actually seek it as a viable reality.
Sure, we would all love if there was nobody on this earth that was better than we were.
Not if you think about it.
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