Sexuality–When Did You Choose?

Anyone that knows me, knows that I usually keep silent on the topic of sexuality. There was a question posed on a video I watched that touched something in me and my mind keeps telling me to talk about it. This is my way of talking.

I myself have never had the thought or urge to engage in a sexual act with another female. I have been heterosexual my whole life and have enjoyed it immensely. A good satisfying sex life is vitally important to living your life. As a Christian, I do not believe that God condones the homosexual lifestyle. There are different passages that speak about homosexuals and sodomites (male homosexuals) and the fact that it is a sin. But, there are also many passages that talk about adultery and sexual sin. According to the Bible I have committed adultery most of my adult life because I have been divorced 3 times and have lived with some out of wedlock. Before condemning someone, remember, the Bible also says, in a lot of places, that we have a forgiving God. God has not given you the right to condemn others just because you do not agree with their lifestyle.

The question posed to people was, “Do you think homosexuality is a choice or did it just happen?” After they told what they thought they were asked, “When did you choose to be straight?” Before condemning someone in the future about being homosexual, you need to first point the finger at yourself and ask, “Am I free from any sin?” As I said in an earlier blog, even gossip is a sin, in the same category with murder. I never chose to be straight and of the many gay people I have known in my life, none ever said it was a choice they made. One called it a conscious decision.

God isn’t finished with me yet. His forgiveness will span our lifetime.

Plane

Joe loved planes. Every weekend and holiday would find him at the airfield. He thought the world of the Blue Angels.  They were the ultimate pilots in Joe’s opinion. One Saturday Joe arrived at the airfield and was greeting all his pilot friends. Even the mechanics thought dearly of Old Joe, as everyone fondly called him. According to some he had been at the airfield forever. Today was a special day. The Blue Angels were going to land to refuel. Old Joe was so excited. After they had landed he was running around talking to each of them. To hear him talk, that was the most excitement he had ever had. The next day Old Joe never showed up, but his son did. Old Joe had died during the night. After his cremation the Blue Angels came back and took Old Joe for his first plane ride ever. 

 

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Blab Blab Blab

Gossip happens every day. Some of it may be good, but a majority is considered bullying, inappropriate and an act of sinful nature. Nowadays with phones, computers and technology, a rumor (gossip) can spread instantly.

The earliest known use of gossip was by Shakespeare. In a quote he stated,  “Upon my tongue continual slanders ride, The which in every language I pronounce, Stuffing the ears of man with false reports.”   Many of us need to memorize this quote and learn the old adage, “think before you speak”.

I never thought about gossip being a sin until a former pastor did a sermon on the word. In Proverbs 18:8, ” The words of a gossip are like choice morsels; they go down to the inmost parts”. In Romans 1:29 and 30, 29 “They have become filled with every kind of wickedness, evil, greed and depravity. They are full of envy, murder, strife, deceit and malice. They are gossips, 30 slanderers, God-haters, insolent, arrogant and boastful;”.  That passage really made me think. Gossip is just as bad as murder in God’s eyes. 2 Corinthians 12:20, ” For I am afraid that when I come I may not find you as I want you to be, and you may not find me as you want me to be. I fear that there may be discord, jealousy, fits of rage, selfish ambition,slander, gossip, arrogance and disorder.”  I see each of these sins almost daily. It is heartbreaking to me knowing that even though God has deemed these sins, many so called Christians will do some of these acts daily. 1 Timothy 5:13, ” Besides, they get into the habit of being idle and going about from house to house. And not only do they become idlers, but also busybodies who talk nonsense, saying things they ought not to.”  3 John 1:10, “So when I come, I will call attention to what he is doing, spreading malicious nonsense about us. Not satisfied with that, he even refuses to welcome other believers. He also stops those who want to do so and puts them out of the church.”

When we choose to gossip or listen to gossip we are demeaning the product of our gossip. Even if the gossip started out mild, as it gets spread, so does its meaning. Nothing ever gets told the same way twice. Someone has to embellish the tale, thereby changing it’s meaning.

This Soviet war poster conveys the message: “Don’t chatter! Gossiping borders on treason” (1941).

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Gossip is wrong. This is a simple lesson to learn. I know I’m trying to learn this lesson. Even if the facts are true, it is still gossip. Most of all, try and desist talking about someone unless you have all the facts and this person has given you permission to discuss them. Case in point, I have a friend who is dying of cancer. She has asked me to get her story out so she can generate more prayers. Not prayers for continuation of her life, but prayers for some measure of relief from pain as her time to die draws near. Her faith in God grows stronger as he leads her on this path.

Researching all of this has put gossip on a new level for me. This is one place where being a Christian in today’s society can be challenging. I want to challenge you to make this walk of change with me.

Blocks

“Ouch,” I exclaimed as I walked to the kitchen. “One of the days I’m going to throw every lego in this house into the garbage.” Still mumbling to myself, I made a pot of coffee. Turning to empty the dishwasher I found three wooden blocks in the silverware tray. “I wonder which of the boys did this,” I muttered. On the table were blocks resembling a train. In the refrigerator I found yellow legos in  the butter dish. There were other blocks in the egg tray. In a glass on the counter were white legos. I supposed it was milk. At least one of the boys has my imagination I thought. At this point, my anger was subsiding and pride was setting in. Hearing the patter of little feet, I turned. My only daughter, Lucy, stood there with a pout on her face. “Mommy, why you mess my blocks up?”

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Models

Jacob has spent many hours working on his models. He has cars and trucks sitting everywhere and planes suspended from the ceiling. His room is his sanctuary. As the only boy in the family he is allowed his own room. He laughs when his sisters start fighting over things in their room. The older sister likes to put together jigsaw puzzles, the younger sister tears them up.

At age 13 everything changes for Jacob. His brother George is born. Jacob is not worried. His models look so great and George is going to love looking at them also. So he thought. At age two it was discovered that George liked to take things apart. Jacob just moved his models higher. Problem solved for a bit. George started climbing and none of the models were safe from that day on. Jacob realized what his sister had been complaining about for years.

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Radio

It was Saturday evening and I was restless. Jerry and I thought that a ride in the mountains would be nice. It had been a hot day but was cooling some so we decided to take the convertible. We were having a nice relaxing drive and it was great to have some time to talk. We have only owned the car a few days having bought it at a police drug auction. Jerry was still learning about the controls and both of us are geeks about radios. Turning on the radio was a big mistake. This convertible was pimped out with speakers from front to back and the volume was loud. We were so flustered by the words and the volume, we were unable to turn it down, off or change the station. We both vowed not to ride in the convertible again if we wanted music.

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Lunatic

An inmate had escaped from the nearby prison’s mental ward. He was serving a life sentence in the murder and mutilation of three women. While I was watching the news someone knocked at the door. The man standing there was very slovenly and dirty. I should not have opened the door. As he shoved in the door he grabbed me. In my room he found electric cords to tie me with. Finding scarves in my dresser, he grabbed some. He tied the scarves around my breast and pulled them as tight as possible. As he left the room I knew he was getting a knife. As he was looking at me, he said that I was different. Instead of boiling my breasts like the others, he thought he would try baking them this time.  As he lifted the knife I screamed and awoke. What a lunatic.

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Deranged

I’ve lost my mind, at least I think so. Why else would I have shot him, then chopped him into many pieces. I’m glad he bought that bone saw last year to use on deer. I had told him to stop, to shut up, to leave me alone, but he just had to continue. You’re a dud, a failure, you can’t have babies. All I seem to remember hearing after that is it’s husband hunting season. They say I’m deranged. I still have his nose in my pocket. He should have kept it out of my business.

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Erratic

Susie’s heartbeat was erratic and her skin was flushed. She could only lay there as he fondled and suckled her body. Susie had thought she was satiated, but Roger was showing her that he was far from depleted. His body was heated and the length of him pressed against her. Susie stretched and opened her eyes. Roger was gone and had laid the baby next to her to nurse. His leg was pressing into her.

 

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Crazed

The man at the other end of the bar had been watching me. He had a slightly crazed look in his eyes, but since he had bought me a few drinks I let it slide. Around midnight the bartender asked me to leave. I was making his boyfriend nervous.

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