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September 07, 2006

Simple

The first time I heard the expression I was 13. It sounded so simple, so reasonable, the way the pastor said it.
Love the sinner, hate the sin.
What could be more simple than that?

I tried to put it into practice right away. Love the sinner, hate the sin. I didnít know any others, so I practiced on myself:
Love the sinner, hate the way my heart beats faster when she walks past me.
Love the sinner, hate that I canít help noticing how gracefully she moves her hands.
Love the sinner, hate the excitement I feel when we get the internet, and I find out Iím not alone.
Love the sinner, hate the relief I feel when I tell someone for the first time.
Love the sinner, hate the poems that dance through my head.
Love the sinner, hate the hurt I feel every time I hear words like ďabominationĒ.
Love the sinner, hate the first time I reach for her hand.
Love the sinner, hate the kiss that falls gently, like a blessing, on my lips.
Love the sinner, hate the confusion that tugs at me.
Love the sinner, hate the pleasure that keeps leaping inside me.
Love the sinner, hate the sin, just the sin...

It sounded so easy when he said it.
ďHate the sin.Ē
Donít we all? Hate sin? Isnít that what itís about?

At thirteen years old, I canít seem to keep it all separate.
Sinner and sin.
Person and practice.
Lover and love.
Hater and hate.

Love the sinner, hate the sin...

Somehow I always ended up
hating myself.

Posted by Fionnaigh at September 7, 2006 02:28 PM | TrackBack
Comments

Just don't believe everything you hear, Fionnaigh, no matter how convincing sing-songy phrases can be! You'd never come up with that speaking from your own rich experiences, from your own home grown wisdom. Trust that positive self of yours. (Funny - this programme didn't like me putting home and grown together. Will it weed out Maryjane or hydroponic as well?)

Posted by: Pamela at September 7, 2006 08:26 PM