Homopobia and Christians.

Last year on the first semester I realized that straight after Homophobia Day, many Christian youth groups started forming groups to tackle this problem. The funny thing about this was that the leaders of the group went straight ahead and just started preaching against homosexuals, bisexuals, transsexuals, etc without ever talking to them first. This was sort of like became a trend with them.

I would get a shock there would be students coming to ask if I can spare five minutes so they could share something with me. The screwed up thing about it is that they would talk about homosexuality and how it was a sin and should also start telling my friends about it. At first I thought that it would die off, but more came and they talked and talked and never stopped. It became sort of like an irritant itch that would not go away. It became an everyday thing. 

I have no idea who was more pissed, the people who were going through this, or me. I realized that many of my friends who preferred the same sex started feeling uneasy around Christians and held felt that they could not go to church. Instead of talking to them or realizing their potential as individuals, people stared to label them. The media started to label them as well.

A friend of mine who was a male and preferred male companionship said that he was really starting to hate the Christians and their way of trying to spread what they thought was the gospel

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I think the great Ghandi had it right when he said 

I love your Christ, I do not like your Christians.Your Christians are so unlike your Christ

Do not get me wrong. Throughout the posts you may think I am an atheist of some sort. Lord knows I have also wanted to be one. Yet I do believe in a higher power. Like Mahatma Gahandi, I do believe in the Christ, I just absolutely refuse to believe in the Christians.

                                                                      

In 1Cor 13:4-7 it talks about love which is the greatest command by Jesus it says

4Love is patient, love is kind, it is not envious. Love does not brag, it is not puffed up. 5It is not rude, it is not self-serving, it is not easily angered or resentful. 6It is not glad about injustice, but rejoices in the truth. 7It bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things.

Compare that to self-serving rude people who act a little higher than you because they can say a few bible verses off their heads, you get people hating on you and hating your beliefs and the good things sowed by many in ancient times have become something to be ridiculed about.

It is a wonder they have survived this long. I remember that they were being persecuted in the past for their belief, but now it’s the other way around. Today they seem to be persecuting others’ beliefs and doing it outrageously. I see those hand bands one wears that say WWJD which stands for What would Jesus Do. It turns out I think they are blind themselves.

 I met a youth leader who seems to agree as well. He had a story to tell, and i will relay it to you.

So he was walking with this young girl on campus. She turns over and sees a few gay guys goofing around. She turns to the guy and says whether those gay guys are not ashamed to be stepping into church or not. He did not want to correct her, but he just let that slide. 

So what would Jesus DO. Would YOU treat the people who sin like the jews did with leprosy or would you treat a stranger with love and patience, like the Samaritan who cared for beaten up man who was a stranger on the road.

Like Ghandi said like the christ but not the christians. In the same way, one could hate the sin, but still love the sinner.

Women

I love women. They come in different shapes and sizes and they are just a marvel to look at. Don’t get me wrong I am not a lesbian but I appreciate women and their roles in society, no matter how big or how small.

So I really could not understand why a few women find it easy to be home wreckers. They are worth so much more than a little meat on the way, but somehow somewhere something goes wrong and a few women find it easier to cheat with other women’s husbands/boyfriend/partners. While I cannot claim to understand the laws of human nature, I can say that I still understand rights and wrongs. There is only white and black. There is no such thing as grey or the in between colors. 

Coming from an all-girls school this is sometimes an all too common problem, not only do we hear about it we sometimes experience it personally.  Some friendships are broken beyond repair and yes I know some of you reading this can relate to it.  You think that’s worse, what about the heartache that results from this traumatic experience; she is stressed out and cries her eyeballs out. At the end of the day girls lose their self-esteem and their trust in people because the people closest to her who is supposed to have her best interest at heart are the same people that betray her.

“My best friend who I went to high school with slept with the father of my baby,” said Selita Bobo.

“I did not understand why she did that, neither did I understand why he would go to court to tell the judge why he should not pay child maintenance,” she said.

Now although this woman is independent and has a good job with the government, one can still see how she has trust issues with men and everyone around her.

She is now also a single mum supporting her baby girl.

I do not understand how these kinds of things happen all the time, especially here in Fiji, where we profess to go to church and know what is right or wrong. Maybe I am naive who knows.

Apart from all those small issues, let us look at some of the strong women I have seen these past months. Some women fish from the sea and sell them on the mainland. They are the source of income to their household. After coming back from a long day of fishing, they then have to come and cook the food again on firewood and then prepare dinner for her kids and her husband. Where are the men, then?

They are at the ‘vale ni koro’ drinking kava with the rest of the men. I have seen this occur more often than I would like. The cycle continues and it’s usually a never ending one.

Women who live near the sea do this quite often. I have traveled to so many villages and I see women working from the morning till the night, it makes me feel that we are still living during the pre-contact period. They make me feel as if I am not doing enough for my people, for me.

These women I always think are struggling, the in actual truth is that it the only way of life they seem to know and understand quite well. 

Women are beautiful creatures. I heard a saying once

The woman came from a man’s rib. Not from his feet to be walked on. Not from his head to be superior to, but from the side to be his equal. Under the arm to be protected, and next to the heart to be loved.

I thought it summed it well. I wish that women would see themselves as much worthy than they do themselves. They give birth to children. They stay not only for that 9 months but even through the late nights when she changes your diapers, or feeds you breakfast lunch and dinner. All that and she still has time and some sort of encouragement for you before you go to bed.

Many have made it without men for years. So in this say and age I see a lot of comments from girls son their walls saying “I can’t live without you”, and issues of that sort, I just think is a little not quite right. Some are even suicidal over it. I really do not get this. Maybe I will get it after I really try to understand more.

Horror Flicks Too Predictable.

I have watched quite a lot of movies and I love to watch a lot of horror movies. Somehow it has come to a point where I know what is going happen next. Some things are just so similar that it all seems like what is going to happen next is predictable. This is a picture of how i feel about it. 

 

Apart from all that let us move on to why i think that horror flicks have become sort of like a "oh well same stuff,nothing new" kind of thing. 

In a horror flick, when you see the bad guy or monster chasing the girl.somehow she gets to her car, and you're relieved that she has made it to the car, but then she gets there and her keys fall, so she has to run away again on foot. It is either that or they remember that the keys are in the back pocket of one of the dead victims. Happens all the time in horror flicks.

 

Another thing that happens all the time is when the victims have to look for the phone to try and call the police or call for help.I assure you, the phone either goes on empty battery or there is no network.

The only other time the phone actually works is on the movie “one missed call.” This was one where the characters in the movie actually did not want the phone to work but much to my amusement and their fear, the phone actually works just to tell them when they will die.

 Then you have the part where the victim in the movie goes to the bathroom and opens the cabinet.Right after she closes it, the madman or predator is right behind her and she seem him/it or a reflection of it. I am not sure whether it is because of the loud music or the eerie silence before the shot but that stuff never gets old. Sure it may happen a lot, but it still makes my heart skip a beat. That also happens when someone comes into the dark kitchen to get some midnight snack from the freezer. Right after opening it and closing it, there is someone standing there. Creepy but usually true.

Then you have the well the main person will always survive and there will be a sequel right after.

Apartfromall that, everything else is the same.No great stories, too much zombies, Well that is all i have to say about horror flicks and its predictability.

If you really want to watch a good horror flick, Bollywood horror is alright also horror movies from Asian countries.