People share things all the time on Facebook that I don't particularly agree with. That's what the 'hide' button is for. Or the scroll bar on the right hand side.
So when I shared the post about England and Wales legalizing gay marriage, I was a little taken aback by the vehement denunciations and bible-quoting that quickly ensued.
Not so much because I knew you might disagree (I still remember the phone call we had several years ago, after our mutual high school friend passed away, when you wondered aloud if she had been 'saved' before the cancer took her life).
No, I didn't expect it because, honestly, I forgot you were even on Facebook. I don't think you've ever commented on something I posted before tonight. These last three years, when I was sharing my story of living with, and healing from violence, you never once felt moved to comment.
And then, when I got tired of you raining on my gay parade tonight, and went for the 'unfriend', you quickly sent me a message to let me know how much you valued our friendship, and then went on to share how it hurt your heart to see how liberal and rebellious to God I had become over time, and you weren't just referring to the gay thing (what's a gay thing?). You went on to postulate that something traumatic must have happened with my earthly father to turn me away from my heavenly father.
I appreciate your concern (oddly, I honestly do, though I'm not feeling particularly valued at the moment). I want to reassure you, however, that your concern is unwarranted. I am tight with God.
She and I have become close over the past several years. She has taught me to love more deeply and to see with more clarity. She has taught me that even in the darkest of circumstances, one can find light (or create it oneself). She has shown me that love, in all of its manifestations, is the highest act of reverence.
Once upon a time I would have been angry at you. I'm annoyed, yes, but not really angry. Anger is a waste of good energy that could be put to better use. I simply wish for us not to share the same social space anymore. So I unfriended you, wished you peace, and then got up and painted my nails.
I truly do wish you peace.
I wish peace, as well, for all the men and women around the world who have ever felt judged, or misjudged.
I wish peace for those who embrace God, and for those who choose not to, and for those whose circumstances do not allow them the luxury of philosophical pursuits.
And tonight, I raise my glass to the victory, long sought and hard won, in England and Wales.
I kinda like it. What do you think?