~ pot kettle black ~

For we are not bold to class or compare ourselves with some of those who commend themselves; but when they measure themselves by themselves and compare themselves with themselves, they are without understanding.

~ 2 Corinthians 10:12

I found this article to be worth considering.

Especially this quote from a Concerned Women for America spokesperson:

Having the unique qualities that both a mother and a father bring and bear on childrearing, that is definitely the gold standard. To nitpick and to disqualify someone based on their weight or something like that, I don't know that that's appropriate.

And further in light of verses like this:

Now this was the sin of your sister Sodom: She and her daughters were arrogant, overfed and unconcerned; they did not help the poor and needy. They were haughty and did detestable things before me. Therefore I did away with them as you have seen.

~ Ezekial 16:49-50

Oh, how easily we justify ourselves. Would I rather see every child raised by a loving, Christian mother and father? Of course - that is my faith. However, I find great hypocrisy in the insistence that our government not place children into homosexual families, while we have no problem with placing them in greedy, gluttonous or pompous families. Particularly if we are so bold as to insist people birth children we ourselves are unwilling to care for. But maybe that's just me. I'm ok with that.

He fell to his knees and he cried out for mercy
Heartfelt confessionals to an angry mob
But vengeance was theirs as they bellowed for justice
Death to the man who had sinned against God

I joined in the chant feeling so high and mighty
Pointing the finger from up on my throne
‘Til I looked in his tears and I caught my reflection
And I knew that I could not cast the first stone

Let the gavel fall slowly ‘though truth’s been revealed
Sequester the jury for a moment to feel
And in the courts of compassion I hope we can appeal
To the better angels of our nature

I walked along on my soft streets of plenty
She walked the alleys of anguish and need
While clutching my greed I was struck by a vision
But for the grace of God that could be me

And we gather in chambers of lofty ideals
Still debating the giving when handed the bill
But in the congress of kindness I hope that we can yield
To the better angels of our nature

Angels of mercy, Angels of light
Angels of darkness, Angels of might
Angles with voices that whisper so clear
Who to I lean to, who do I hear?

We are building our world with a fevered emotion
While trying to keep it from coming apart
But as we reach for the dream can we still reach within us
We won’t have the hope if we don’t have the heart

‘Cause we’re tossed in the gale of a moral decline
As we drink from the grail of society’s wine
But at humanity’s table I hope we choose to dine
With the better angels of our nature

~ Wayne Kirkpatrick/Susan Ashton