perturbed

Today's post was supposed to be about how I made the new blocks and put them all together and had added two of the four rows to the red and green quilt. 

And, how you can hardly tell the difference in the blocks I made with new fabric and the ones that were remade from vintage fabric. 

(top row center)

But, this whole Conscience and Religious Freedom Division being created in our federal government has me in kind of a snit. 

WTF??  (okay, maybe more than a snit.)

I'm really angry at what I see as a small minority of Americans being allowed to speak with a bigger voice than they actually have because people are afraid of impinging on their right to religious freedom.  Especially because what that small minority is asking for is the right to impinge on the rights of some of us to not be afraid to just be here and be seen.

And, don't tell me I'm over reacting because I've been here before...I'm old enough to remember this music.  And, avalanches begin with small shifts in the sand. 

And, it's time to stop that shifting before it can get started good.

What makes these people think they are more important than other minority groups?  What makes them think their right is more important than anybody else's?  What makes them think that because they accepted a job with an employer that offers services that they think are objectionable, they should get to change the employer?  Or tailor their jobs to suit them?  I don't know about you, but changing the world to make it adapt to me hasn't really worked all that well.  I've been much more successful at adapting to the way things are, including the fact that this crazy fringe group exists that would have me eliminated if they could (or go into hiding if I would). 

What I'm waiting for is a Muslim nurse who objects on religious grounds to taking care of an obese, pork eating evangelical.  That's gonna be a sweet day.

I worried that I'd make someone mad by expressing my opinions.  And, I tried to be very careful with my wording to make sure I didn't accidentally lump my good Christian friends in with the crazies because I know that those two are very distinctly different groups.  But, there's one thing I just can't walk away without saying.  I was raised in a very religious household.  I learned the Bible.  If you're using the biblical teachings of God as your religious roadmap and you think you're not supposed to help those in need no matter what they look like or what their need is, then you're reading your Bible wrong.  Try turning it rightside up and reading the whole thing and see if that doesn't make you a happier person.  Or, maybe the problem is your Bible isn't open.  That makes it especially hard to read. 

And now these three remain: faith, hope and love. But the greatest of these is love.  1st Corinthians 13:13.

Somehow, that seems to say it all, right? 

Lane