Whenever I find myself sinking
into my vaguely religious malaise, however, the deacon or priest starts talking
off the cuff, and I remember why I quit the church in the first place. I cannot
stand justifying marginalization of people; equally I cannot stand hyperbole of
one's own marginal status.
Here is the scale I go by:
If you can't get married,
vote, or adopt a child because of someone else's religious belief--you've got a
serious problem.
If you cannot get a job
because of the color of your skin--you've got a serious problem.
If you're mad because more
people don't think that your beliefs should dictate how my wife and I control
our reproduction--you need to go to Gaza, and gain some perspective on what
marginalization really is.

Maybe it's just mine, but
getting decked out in Jesus never lost anyone friends or relatives. Being Gay
will, and has twice. Being an Atheist and later an Agnostic certainly gave me
no brownie points, and my dabbling in Buddhism has been met in mockery.
Maybe it never came up, but
being religious in a country still reeking in Judea-Christian tradition isn't
really grounds for this kind of treatment. Being a jerk about it is, just as it
is for everything else, and I think the herein the difference lies.

Separation of person and
church is possible. Jesus can come to dinner. He doesn't have to be doing a tap
dance on my burrito. The fact is this: friends and family should know where to
stop. Everyday doesn't have to be conversion day, nor does it need to be mock
religion day.
That's all from Elliott in the
Pew and needing a Blue Moon Pumpkin Ale.
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