As a believer in God, and follower of Jesus, I have always found the rationale for adoption given by practicing Christians both amusing and hypocritical. I could never understand how God would "want" man to separate mother and child, simply because a society ruled by misogynists say an unwed pregnancy is unlawful. After all, when Mary found herself pregnant without a husband, at no point was she "counseled" by adoption facilitators and told it was in the best interest for the unborn child to be relinquished, and given to council-approved strangers, while she was to act as if the pregnancy never took place. Instead, Mary, the only mother of Jesus, was told to have faith; she was told support would be provided, through the assistance of a benefactor. That benefactor would be a man named Joseph, a man who would provide for Mary and her child, for 13 years. It should be noted, at no point during Jesus's time on earth did he ever claim Joseph was his father. Instead, Jesus (and Mary) recognized God as his only father.
Last night I was awaken by God, a prophet, an childlike angel. He spoke to me.
He wants me to lead the Mormons, the Baptists, the Jew,s the Catholics, the Lutherans,and the Methodists to Somalia, to retrieve the starving orphans. I usually never question this type of authority, but at first I asked, do you mean Samoa? Do you mean Western Samoa, where their are "orphans" who have neither a mum nor a dad? He answered, no my child, Focus on Children, has "saved" those children already from the evils of their own.
Oh what a sordid story this is and could have been. My motives, my wishes, my desires... all that could have transpired. What was I thinking? All I wanted was The Great Escape... freedom from a life that was killing me.
Leave it to God and the cosmic jokesters in the world to let my first solo- trip to London become the re-birthing story.. one that placed me among strangers who wanted to send me away.
Looking at me, I am a walking contradiction. I am soft and sweet but tasteless and crude; I am smart and funny but stubborn and really obtuse. I am traditional... yet I really hate tradition.
As a parent, I know there is no crazier time in the year than the selling of Santa and Jesus and good holiday cheer. Yet, that's exactly how I need it to be in my life, because growing up, I worked my ass-off all year long hoping the Big Guy wearing a red suit would not forget me.