Uncle Billy

The other day I talked about growing up catholic and now being Baptist.I love my church family and going to our church. I have a few issues with the church though , not everything or everyone is perfect. A major issue I have with the Baptist faith is their stance on Gays. I have never and will never see anything wrong with it. Being gay is how God made them, and in his eyes they are perfect. Who are you to say that, because they are born gay that they are going to hell. It bugs the crap out of me.
My Uncle Bill is gay. I have always, always known. In fact I don't remember not knowing. I do know that I marched in a gay rights parade with him when I was 5 or . I have seen his art work that he proudly displays and I know where he stands politically and what he believes in. What he stands for. We may not agree on everything but we do agree on a lot.
My uncle is one of the most genuine, wonderful, amazing,and loving human beings that I have ever met and had the pleasure of knowing and I am so grateful to not only know him but call him family. He, has given me support financially, physically, emotionally whenever I have ever needed it my whole entire life. When hurricane Katrina happened he was living in New Orleans, right outside the French Quarter. He was in danger. He luckily left in time to be safe. He came to my house which was a 6 hour drive that turned into 10 because of everyone trying to leave and be safe with us .He stayed with us for 3 months before it was safe for him to go home. Whenever he got money from FEMA red cross he gave us half to help us.he bought dinner every time we went out he paid , he paid for groceries all the time. A man this good and amazing , I just don't see how he could burn in hell for something he didn't chose for something that was not his choice.He was born gay , he didn't chose it,God made him that way. And for that I am grateful.

Today

Ugh . Car accident. Van totaled .UGH> That is allllll

The Big Game

Okay so have y'all heard that there is a big game on tonight? LOL> Yup I live in Alabama but I don't roll with the tide. I don't Geuax Tigers. I am GO GATORS. I bled orange and blue.But tonight and for tonight only I will ROll TIDE. Keep the National championship in the state where it belongs if the Gators don't have it;o) . I also am rooting for the Tide because I hate LSU> They are mean and they suck and their coach is very cray cray like eat the paste ( or the grass) cray cray. Could be locked up in Creedmore and people would go whoa. Should be intresting. I am glad it is finally here though, so I don't have to hear about it anymore. And i will leave you with this and for today and for today only


"ROLL TIDE ROLL!!!!!!!!!!

Growing Up Catholic

I was born in NYC into a very Catholic family. My parents weren't overly religious in fact I don not remember my father ever being in church nor my mother, other then weddings funerals and my First Holy Communion, and maybe my reconciliation. My grandmothers went to church. Grandma Jeanie when she was healthy enough and Grandma Nellie all the time. I never went to church much in fact in all my teenage years and young adult years I was wiccan.But then I grew up and things changed. When we moved to Alabama we found out there was no real catholic churches around here , plus Greg refused to go to a catholic church because of the rigidity and the reputation. We attended an Episcopal church when we could with Greg's schedule and that whole pesky i couldn't drive because I didn't know how thing.Eventually that faded out with a busy life and a growing small child.And then being pregnant and working full time in a restaurant there was no church for a few years.
Right after Brayden was born we were invited to a friends Baptist church for an Independence Day BBQ cookout and service. I had never been to a Baptist church before. It wasn't how I imagined it. Not even close. I thought like most catholics think of the crazy "praising" and laying hands and what not kind of thing you see in the movies. It was nothing like that at that church. It can get a little much sometimes but not like I had imagined. We never went every week. We did go most off and on for 2 years at that church. We stopped because i could not take the preacher railing on gays every week ( my pet peeve about ch Baptists they hate gays). A few months later we started going to a vary big very loud Baptist church about a half hour away.That was great until the pastor betrayed friends that we have known for as long as we lived here. Did them more wrong then I ever thought a pastor could. So we left and didn't go to church again for a few weeks.
After a few weeks we went to a church with friends of ours from the original church who had also left and whose son played tee ball with Kaitlyn. That was almost a year ago and we have only missed a few Sundays since.I am even a teacher for the Bible drill team there. Things all happen for a reason . I love my church. It makes me happy and it makes the Lord happy. Still have a problem with gays being attacked for how the Lord made them but that is a story for another day.