And for the first time in my life, I finally understand what it feels like to be truly despised. There's nothing creepier than Prussian Blue's backup band screaming WE'RE GONNA PRAY FOR YOU. Why? Well, what it feels like is that they just don't fucking care. You could be injured... and they'd just pray for you, watching you bleed out, knowing in their heart of hearts that you deserve it. You could be hungry, and they'd look up from their table and smile, knowing that it's your own damn fault you haven't eaten. And it all feels a million miles away from the compassionate Christianity I learned about in Sunday school all these many years ago.
Thankfully the light changed and traffic got moving again, and Dan calmed down and didn't make with the finger again, but I'll always be stuck with the memory of good Christians standing in the soft afternoon rain in Ramona, California, doing their very best to help the poor, the tired, the weak, the sick, the lonely, the hungry, and the hopeless by...
... making sure same sex couples can't get married.
Truly I tell you, just as you did it to one of the least of these who are members of my family, you did it to me.