In my neighborhood, there are 4 sets of gay men. Their homes are immaculate. They particpate in community events. They don’t march in parades in tu-tu’s carrying pink umbrellas. :eek: My daughter sold many a Girl Scout cookie to them. I had no qualms with my children speaking to “any” of my neighbors.
If you saw them at their job, you would never know whether or not they are gay. It is irrelavent. If one of my neighbors were a plumber and I had a leaky faucet, I would call my neighbor. Not a problem. I wouldn’t think in a million years he would want to have sex with my husband or my college age son. Get real. :rolleyes:
If my neighbor was the cashier at WalMart, it wouldn’t stop me from shopping there. At one household, there was a McCain-Palin sign out front. Really? Go figure. :shrug:
I don’t ask them about sex, they don’t ask me. None of my business.
I like Diet Pepsi, I like Diet Coke better. :shrug: If Diet Pepsi is on sale vs. Coke, I will buy the Pepsi.
How many of you boycotted the Church because billions are being paid out (your contribution dollars, by the way) to plaintiffs in the priest scandal lawsuit? And to this day, your dollars are still being paid out. But, oh, that is never mentioned.
Some folks think they are being s*cker-punched by corporations such as Pepsi, Ford, McDonalds, Susan G. Komen, McDonalds, Starbucks, Hallmark, Apple, MicroSoft because ordinarily they contribute so much good to the community at large through charity…but underneath the surface they are teaming with “gay agenda”.
How many of us were s*cker-punched to find out those we held in great esteem as our shepherds for our Savior were practicing deviant behavior on children? And we were TKO’d when we found out our Bishops were shuffling these priests to other parishes vs. doing the right thing and notifying the authorities.
Some folks are stating that their hard-earned dollars are not going to support Pepsi, but have no qualms about contributing to the DDF to pay attorney fees.
Some may say the Church is not a corporation. When money exchanges hands, people are hired for pay…it’s a business.
I had a parish priest who in one homily hit home with our humaness…and the way we can fall into sin. He talked about how broken we feel when we have been at our worst. He told us about prayer, forgiveness and turning to each other within our homes, our parish, our communities. Not one human is perfect in the eyes of God. It doesn’t matter what job title we have, where we work, what we eat or drink.
I don’t live in fear of “gay agenda”. My head is not buried in the sand. I swim in the big ocean, not in a fishbowl. I work with 30 people everyday and it never crosses my mind who they sleep with. When I see a new employee come in for an interview…I don’t wonder if they are gay. I wonder what I can do to welcome them aboard and show them the ropes. Maybe offer them a Pepsi out of the soda machine in our office.
I will shop where I want, eat what I pay for, drink what I want, live where I want, and will always drive a Ford car.
I flatly refuse to live a life of fear and panic, that some "agenda’ is out to get me. I refuse to give evil credence and don’t mention the vile name as vanity is it’s claim to fame.
“If I am with you, who can be against you.”
I think I’ll go have a diet Pepsi now.