I Knew You Were Coming.... So I Baked A Cake

We are religious in our own way.  Our religion is ACCEPTANCE.

We certainly don't and will not ever not bake a cake simply because someone is gay or has a gay spouse.

Love is Love

and it comes in many forms.

Our current Supreme Court is not a fair one. It has been over-powered by a President who does not believe in the same rights for everyone, and because of that he is working diligently, just waiting for any level headed judges to retire or die so that he can make the Court one that those who voted him into our White House, mostly people who have twisted the words in the Bible and cherry picked it to pieces, in order to live in a backwards 1950's kind of moral world.

I have vivid memories of that world when in 1963 my eldest brother passed away suddenly at the age of eleven.

Our family was devastated and it is a loss that my mother never recovered from. 

 Her burden could have been eased, even if only a minute, but her wishes to have a Methodist hymn that she had grown up with played in St. Paul's Lutheran Church in a small Iowa town, were dashed to the ground by a Pastor who never saw fit to give my mother the gift of 'love and empathy' at a time when she so needed it. 

I was only nine years old when my brother died, and I watched year after year for my mother to show signs of recovering from this loss.  She never truly did, something she and I discussed when I was in my early forties.

Trying to talk about the loss of my brother even 30 some years later still brought her to tears.

So my question is, why are Christians and many who purport to being Christians, so mean to their fellow humans who perhaps are different from them?

Why can't they put the issue of a song or hymn aside and just let a grieving mother have it played and sung at her son's funeral?
Why is it that so many of them lack the empathy gene?

And why can't they just bake a fucking cake for a wedding?

Just mix the ingredients, put it in the oven, and then frost it nicely.

Since when has it become so difficult for Christians to simply be nice to others?

They are heartless and would stab someone in the back with their cake frosting knife rather than do the humane thing and just bake the cake.

My mother never recovered, and by the time I was in my early teens she and I had both turned away from the church and all of the insane rules it holds so dear that do nothing more than hurt people.

She, nor I, ever forgave the pastor, and I hope that he was questioned about his action towards my family when he arrived at those pearly gates that he and all of his sheep believe in.

The simple act of baking a decorating a cake has now become an issue for them, 

and they see Donald Trump's Supreme Court's decision as a sign from their un-forgiving God, who Himself created gays,

as a win for them.

How twisted is that?

Oh, and here a a few photos of cakes we have baked in our home that we have shared with anyone who enters our atheist home. 

 We love. We share.  We bake.

{this image from Pier One, but I do own the bunny cake stand)

The Beast That Lives At Wal-Mart

 Thursdays I try to designate as grocery buying day, and if I stray from that day it tends to make my husband nervous.  My take is that perhaps at one time in life he did not have a pantry filled and perhaps he was worrisome at one point as a child that they would not be eating that day.  I really don't know, but 'nuf about him and his quirks.

Thursday I did indeed go grocery shopping and as is the norm, I stopped at Wal-Mart for our dry goods first before moving on down the road to Kroger for the purchase of our fresh foods.

*why can't Wal-Mart just have decent fresh foods?*

When I was checking out I noticed the man ahead of me and that Wal-Mart now has a new card reader machine.

You have to insert your bank card or credit card, whichever you choose to use, in a specific way.

The newest cards now have a chip in them and this machine reads the chip, so it is supposed to make it more difficult for hackers to snag your card information from Wal-Mart's system.

Remember when Target got hacked last year?

Well, this new technology is supposed to fix that and never ever evah let it happen again,

Until of course the hackers figure it all out, which they probably already have.

They may be mean, greedy, sneaky internet hackers, but dumb they are not.

 

 Now, as I was standing there the gal started ringing up my purchases and when done she walked around to my side of the counter to assist me, showing me the correct way to insert my card into the reader so it could do it's 'read the chip' properly.

Then she stepped back to her side of the check-out and began to tell me, as well as the lady behind me in line, the evils of this machine and how it is the sign of the Beast and that the next step, according to the Bible, is that we will all have chips inserted into our arms.  If we don't accept having the chip inserted into us, then we, nor or family members will have access to buying food or receiving medical care.

Damned if ya do and damned if ya don't.

AND, anyone who accepts this chip in their body has now received the mark of the Beast and will not be saved.

Because the Bible says so, and she quoted the verse.

OH WHAT A HOLY LOAD OF CRAPPOLA!!

Good thing I had my sunglasses on so she could not see the HUGE eye roll I was giving her.

I considered going to the Wal-Mart management and complaining, but I don't want to see her out of a job simply because she is a religious fanatic.

Wal-Mart most likely doesn't care what she preaches anyway, as long as she is scanning her quota of items for the day all is good with them.

Anyway, I paid the Wal-Mart Beast, loaded the cooler with my refrigeratable (sp) items and headed for home,

the peaceful, safety of our non-religious home, and when I arrived there I prayed to the mountains and the trees surrounding it and thanked them for giving us safe harbor from all the wierdos in this world.