Jesus wasn’t a homophobe so why are you?

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Last November, Paul Davies, decided to get baptised as a public declaration of his commitment to God. For months before that, Paul wrestled with the desire to become a Christian and part of Church, against his strong beliefs that homosexuality is not a choice, but is natural. He wrote the following article for a special issue of ‘Quench’ on LGBT+ about the way the in which some Churches have treated LGBT+.

Christianity has for a long time been one of the most prominent anti-gay institutions. As a Christian, I find this deeply upsetting. Homophobia goes against my faith which teaches me that God loves everyone. In fact, if you’re going to take one single message from the Bible, it should be a message of love. Jesus didn’t condemn anyone, except religious leaders, so the Church has no place doing it either. Despite my feeling on this, I’m well aware that I’m in the minority. The majority of Christians still condemn homosexuality.

I’m thankful to admit that this is starting to change. I was inspired to write this article when I heard about a group of Christians who attended a gay pride march in Chicago. I know what you’re thinking. A group of not just Christians, but American Christians, at a gay pride march sounds like a recipe for disaster. I’m glad to say that it wasn’t. The group were holding up banners apologising for the way the church had treated homosexuals. Their apology sparked a fantastic response from the marchers. There were tears, waving and even one dancer left the march to hug the Christians.

For me, the image is heart warming. There’s a lot of media attention for Christians who condemn homosexuality. Such as the crazy Westbro Baptist Church who claim that ‘God hates Fags’. (By the way, don’t be too offended by the Westbro nut jobs, apparently god also hates Sweden as well, because of the ‘Satanic IKEA’.)

It’s rare to see such a powerful display of acceptance from Christians. This is partly because anti-gay Christians are a lot more vocal, and partly because the media would rather report on condemnation than acceptance. In the summer some of the people in my church went to a gay bar because they had karaoke. The staff were shocked that Christians would want to go there but we hadn’t given it a second thought. The crazies are much few and far between but we’re all quite likely to have heard about their shameful campaigns.

The truth is that there are many Christians, particularly the young future leaders of the church, who find the idea of condemning homosexuals repulsive and morally wrong. Many see that the homosexuality of the Bible and of today is completely different.  In the Bible when homosexuality is mentioned it is in the context of rape or extra marital affairs. This is a historical difference in culture and language which has tainted Christianity over the years. The word homosexuality didn’t exist when the Bible was written, so the relations referred to are not the same as we would understand homosexuality now. Christians need to accept and understand this, like they have over issues such as slavery.

The future’s bright for acceptance within the church. We’re starting to see the cobwebs being brushed off. The more modern, independent Churches are already changing the religious Christianity, not the message, but the man-crafted ideology that has corrupted the real message of Christ. The old institutions are going to either change, or die along with their congregation.

There is so much more to say on this issue, this really is just a brief article about this topic, especially with the recent prevalence of the gay marriage debate. Please feel free to express your views on this post in the comments box below but do so with respect.

ME Awareness Day


Yesterday (May 12th) was ME awareness day. The regular readers among you will know that one of the conditions I suffer from is ME (also known as CFS), and I’m passionate about exposing what it is really like to live with that condition. On that note, one of my new projects while I’ve been going through a very bad patch of health lately (told you I end up with loads) has been to set up a new a blog about my life. It’s much more personal than this blog, because if it wasn’t  then I wouldn’t be telling the truth. It won’t consist of post after post of whining, I’m just writing about my life and in that (hopefully) it will become obvious to the reader, the way in which my chronic condition affects my life. I really hope you’ll check it out and read it as loyally as you do this blog. I’ve named it Chronically Katie, and there are currently three blog posts for you to have a gander at to get the flavour for the blog, as well as two pages explaining more about myself and why I decided to start the blog. Please feel free to share a link and help me get the word out and give some constructive feedback.

Happy Sunday!

Link- www.chronickatie.wordpress.com

SIMPLE PLEASURES: a good cup of coffee


There is nothing quite like the first sip of a good cup of coffee. Tea drinkers have no idea what they’re missing. I have gotten quite fussy with coffee and I’m not fond of instant, I hate that taste it leaves in your mouth, and that it never has the full coffee flavour. The best way to make coffee is definitely in a percolator but I will settle for a caffetiere. Most of the time I drink instant because it’s so easy but if I had a choice, I’d always make proper coffee. That’s why I got pretty excited when Kenco claimed they had made a ‘whole bean instant’ that was just as good as proper coffee. ‘Milicano’ has been a big let down for me, sadly, I have been taken in by advertising again. Sigh. It is just another bog standard instant “coffee” (they use that term loosely). The only instant coffee I have tried which comes close to the wonderful flavour of real coffee is Starbuck’s ‘Via’. It’s very pricey though so I only have it on special occasions.

Source: Google images

As a creature of habit, when I find a good coffee shop, I stick to it like glue. At the moment, my favourite coffee is No.1 Coffee’s Guatemalan blend. Maybe someday I’ll have a wonderful machine like Cato’s in The Green Hornet which can make me an amazing cup of coffee to wake up to…

What’s your favourite coffee? Are you as fussy about coffee as me, or just think I’m snobby?

Side thought: I love that scene in Elf when Buddy goes into the coffee shop to congratulate them because they have a sign saying ‘America’s no.1 coffee’ or something.

Wish you were here


In an earlier post I mentioned how I always take up lots of projects when I’m stuck in bed. As well as being surrounded by loads of books, papers, pens and my typewriter, I now have lots of postcards of Cardiff to add to the pile. What could be my new project? Well actually I’ve gotten involved with someone else’s project.

Like most people my age, I would love to travel, but at the moment I’d be lucky to make it to the cinema because of my health. And, of course, the hurdle to most people- cost. So when I read about the Postcrossing experiment, I was more than excited about it. As fast as my little achy hands could, I typed in the web address and signed up.

You must be wondering what sort of project could get me so keyed up (pardon the pun). Postcrossing members exchange postcards with each other. I would have been sold at that, I love postcards and handwritten letters. I always collect and send them wherever I go. More than that though, Postcrossing is international so members get postcards from all across the world. When you sign up, you are given the address of strangers to send postcards to, and in turn, strangers are given your address and send postcards to you.* My first postcard was from Malaysia. Members can also browse each others’ profiles and request direct swaps. I am feeling very popular because I have already had a few such requests.

As though it were made for me, Postcrossing combines so many of my favourite things. The founder, Paulo Magalhães, is bringing back the wonderful tradition of handwritten postcards. I can’t wait to learn about the lives of people all over the world. How can you have possibly finished this blog post without clicking onto the site to sign up?

As a special offer I will send a unique postcard about where I live for the first three people to request it.

Do you like sending postcards or are they redundant with texts, emails, Facebook, etc?

For more information on Postcrossing, visit the website www.postcrossing.com

*For those of you who would be concerned about posting your address on the internet (and you are right to be), your address is not published on your profile but only given to members who are selected to send postcards to you. Clearly it’s not full-proof but I feel ok about a few random people who lives hundreds of miles away being given my address and nothing else.

When the chips are down


In the last few weeks I have gone through a really bad patch with my illnesses. Whenever this happens, I try to keep my spirits high by forming habits like writing down three things everyday that I am thankful for, or a list of activities I can do when I get bored. At the moment I’m trying to think of easy one-day projects I could do.I love little projects, especially creative ones, but I often get bored before I complete them so I’m trying to stick to attempting do something which will only take one or two days, and not much energy. We all have little things we like to do when the chips are down, what are your favourite things to do when you’re sick? Any ideas for my one day projects?

The best mother’s day presents in town


It’s not to late to get your mum a great mother’s day present at an affordable price. Having shopped around, I know beyond a doubt that my shop, Pandora’s Box, is selling the most unique and beautiful items around at cheaper prices than any other shops. Find out about special offers on the Pandora’s Box page here.

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The people behind the illness


ME and fibromyalgia doesn’t mean gradually getting more tired and in pain throughout the day or having occasional days but it means pushing through the exhaustion and pain several times a day. I have to find something in myself to push through and get out bed, to answer the phone, to get to lectures. It means constantly making compromises and never being a good girlfriend, sister or daughter because you always end up not calling someone on their birthday or missing the party, not getting someone a card, never replying to the text or phone call, missing the presentation. Constantly, constantly, constantly apologising and canceling. Having a chonic illness means you’ll never be a woman of your word but always unreliable. You’re always trying to make the decision between being the person who never accepts an invitation or being the person who never turns up. I am so lucky to have a partner who loves me despite the birthday cards and parties he never got. I’m lucky enough to have a sister who loves me despite never getting to be the one who takes the lift instead of the train. A best friend who continues to be just that despite all the unanswered texts, emails, letters, calls, despite my absence when she needs me and despite my never having visited her once, although she travels hours to visit me. I am lucky enough to have parents who will look after me like a toddler when what they really need is for me to be strong for them.

Thank you.