Dear Christian Blogger

Today I met a Christian blogger. “Culture of Violence?”  He wrote. Then, he proceeded with verbal assault.

Previously, I referenced his work, but I was respectful. I know how to hold my tongue when it comes to judging others. That’s not my place. I was called to love.

This is my personal response to the writer. 


Dear Christian Blogger,

Actually, the initial thoughts behind our culture of violence go much deeper than that.

Of course, you approached my blog with your glasses of judgement meticulously formulated and focused on your own way of thinking. After all, you’re a Christian. So, anything you do and say MUST be with good intentions, right?

You made sure to let me know it was “nothing personal.” It’s just your religion to point out people’s tragedies, shortcomings and faults, right? I understand.

You’re a Christian.

You have an important message to share with the world. Do you know what story I think of when I think of Christians much like yourself?

Mary Magdalene, one of Jesus’ greatest servants. Others fed Him, worshiped Him, followed Him and shouted His praises…

She washed His dirty feet with her hair and she was humbled!

I imagine she felt so honored because she was a whore. (As you’ve attempted and failed to make me to be in your introduction.)

Or maybe she wasn’t holy enough or clean enough, much like the diseased woman who strained and reached out to simply touch the hem of His garment.

I imagine I’m a lot like them.

After all, that was your intention, right? You’ve got to appeal to your readers who are similar to you; their Bibles turned to the page that gives permission for judgement.

It’s okay. I understand.

You’re Christians.

My previous relationship was with a female. The next time you want to attack me, read further! You would have had great ammunition to keep you focused.

I began that relationship the same month that I was violently sexually assaulted in someone’s front yard, while 5 other people watched.

But hey, make light of my pain and use it for your sermon. Amen? Thank God, Jesus never did that!

In all of my articles, at no point do I ever blame police. However, when you’re a writer and you cover stories that are in the media, the facts that you report have to be exact. Your kind of judgement wouldn’t make it to Elite Daily. But hey, you’re welcome to try.

If you had scanned less and read more, your information about my concept would be thorough and well-debated.

But it’s not.

See, this was my first article on our culture of violence. It was published in May 2014. You’d know, if you read it.

My second article covers who is to blame for the culture we’ve created. It very clearly points no fingers to anyone but us.

We the people!

My third article to address our culture of violence was this article. It’s about child abuse and domestic violence. But I’m sure in your eyes, the victim is to blame.

It’s okay. I understand.

You’re Christian, right?

That makes your prejudices acceptable and justifies judgement. At least, that’s the message you’re sending.

Then, I wrote about violence going viral. No, I didn’t blame police, at all! I called the people to action to stop the violence by exclaiming,

These are our children!

If you ask me, the fact that you’ve “read” so much of my work and given it so much thought (clearly), tells me a lot about your love, your thoughts and your heart.

Actions speak louder than words.

After reading a ridiculously loud message of love, you found the hate and judgement. The same way in your article about the death Leelah Alcorn.

You see, with every single article I have written, I’ve used “we, people, us” etc.

I’ve reminded people that we are all human and I’ve plead to the people,

Tell them that you love them and they matter!

God called us to do just that.

Sounds like He has called you to judge. And the message that you’re sending speaks loads.

Doors closed.

If God has called you to be a light in this world, why is it that none of your posts reflect it?

We do have a culture of violence.

Some of the most horrendous acts of violence we see today
flow from the very mouths of people.

Much like yourself.

Keep your religion. I’ll keep my faith and choose love.

Love changes people.

 

Your Love Matters

As parents, it’s easy to assume our children know we love them. After all, we are the parents!

“It’s a given!”

Right? Wrong!

It’s a very dangerous misconception.

When a child feels unloved or unimportant, they do like we do, they search for a way to numb the pain that they’re feeling. For over 4600 young people each year, suicide becomes that solution.

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One child is one too many. 

Every day, the news is filled with the abuse, abandonment and neglect of our children. We share it, voice our opinions, assign blame, and move on as we quietly disregard the thousands of stories that didn’t make it on the list of trending topics.

Meanwhile, we commend and applaud a mother for going on strike and we praise the mother who made her child stand on the street holding a sign that declared him a bully and also made him a very easy target public target for other bullies, after being exploited on news networks and social media, and we call that parenting.

Our children deserve more from us. Normal childlike behavior or adolescent rebellion is not an excuse for laziness and poor decision making.

When it comes to a child’s self-esteem and happiness, the message received from a mother or father, is powerful and long lasting. Love isn’t automatically granted and it’s not a mutually understood factor between us and our children.

I love you!

They need to hear it, and the words are crucial. We should want to scream and shout it! We should encourage, inspire and protect, our children.

You don’t have to be a parent for your love to matter to a child. Just open your eyes, look around you, reach out and get involved. No child should feel unloved or unwanted.

Recently, I wrote an open letter to my loved ones. Allow me to share it:

Dear Loved OnesIn the ears of your child, your voice rings the loudest.  My family responded with silence.

Your love matters!

Today, someone needs to hear this message, maybe someone else’s child. Today, someone is hoping and praying for a hand to help them up or a reason to keep holding on a little longer. Today, someone needs us to simply give the same thing we desire: love!

As adults, we have a habit of avoiding emotional connection, especially if we know the other person is struggling. That’s a habit we can’t afford to carry on with our children. Let’s break it.

It’s as easy as this:

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Two words, one life saving message.

Tell your children that you love them and they matter! Be kind of adult and parent that you want your child to become. They’re watching you more closely than you think. Guide them and raise them with love and compassion.

Our sons and daughters are the legacy we will leave behind us. Let’s make sure it’s a great one!

LOVE MATTERS!

Send the message viral.  


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An Open Letter to My Friends and Family

Dear Loved Ones,

When you wake up this morning, if you find yourself wondering why you even bothered or why you should continue your journey; when you lay your head to rest tonight, if you choke back the tears as your thoughts drown in the memories of living…

If your feet are exhausted from treading the water and your arms have grown weak from all of the swimming…

If you’re hopeless, hurting, bruised, broken and weary, and if your heart bleeds and it screams:

Enough is enough!

As you cover your frown with a smile…

If your load feels too heavy, the miles keep coming, and you’re tempted to quit and just sink to the bottom….

Please, hear me.

You matter. Your happiness matters. Your sadness matters. Your actions matter. Your inaction matters. Your hate matters. Your love matters. Your voice matters. Your silence matters. Your future matters.

Your life matters!

If ever, for one second, you forget that or you have trouble believing, you find me no matter the hour. I will remind you as many times as required until you believe it.

You matter to me. 


 Dedicated to every helping hand that’s held me up along the way. Because of you, my message grows even louder.