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Women were treated as subservient and it that you shouldn’t treat other men as subservient, like they are beneath you. It is not talking about homosexuality. If it was, it would say it outright since the bible lists other things outright.

Also, whenever a Christian brings the book of Leviticus up, you should feel free to point out that these are rules that were given to make the Hebrew people prepared for when the son of God came to earth. In Christianity, it’s believed the son of God was Jesus. So by following the rules set in Leviticus or pushing them as things we should follow, they’re saying that Jesus was not the son of God, and that Jesus did not, in fact, die for our sins. Jewish people believe, in their faith, that the son of God hasn’t yet been born, so many choose to follow these rules.

Jesus also affirms the homosexual relationship between the Roman Centurion and his “slave”. The particular Greek word used to refer to this special slave was “pais”. Greek language studies and contexts show that a “pais” was a male love slave. Regular slaves were called “dolos”. The Centurion makes this distinction clearly when he asks Jesus to heal his slave (pais), and then to prove his status he tells Jesus that his slaves (dolos) go when he tells them to. But this slave (pais) was special. He was the Centurion’s lover.

Hearing this, Jesus was so amazed he says he had not found ANYONE ELSE who had such great faith. He then blesses the Centurion and heals his male lover.

Matthew 8:5-13

THIS IS WHAT THE BIBLE REALLY TEACHES ABOUT SAME SEX COUPLES.

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For those of you who don’t know, the Electoral College has the final say in December. It’s only happened once or twice, but sometimes they vote against a candidate who’s already “won”. Candidates can win the popular election and still lose the electoral college’s election. THIS IS OUR LAST SLIVER OF A CHANCE TO KEEP BUTT TRUMPET OUT OF OFFICE!

There’s been multitudes of posts going around, talking about fighting back, never giving up, doing what’s right.

ITS TIME TO WALK THE WALK:

    You are, like, crazy loved.     On March 30, 2013, you receive an unmarked package containing a shovel, a flashlight, a key, Tums, Advil, and a bag of jelly beans, along with a note that reads, “Be ready to leave at 7:15 p.m.” An hour later you arrive at your friends Dilson and Walter’s house for what turns out to be a surprise party. The crowd sings “Happy Birthday.” It’s a surprise indeed, since your fortieth birthday isn’t for another two months. Still, it’s a very thoughtful and nice thing for David to have organized.     Over the course of the party you get drunk. You also receive forty mysterious white envelopes from random partygoers, bartenders, and even the DJ. At 2:30 a.m., you open them on your kitchen floor. Each envelope contains a jigsaw-puzzle piece. When put together they make a picture that says, “Life is a garden. Dig it.” Evidently you are supposed to use the shovel and flashlight and dig up something in your garden. But where are you supposed to … wait a second, why is there a circular sign reading SCAN ME in your garden? Are you supposed to dig there? Yes, you are. What is it? It’s a lockbox. Where’s the key? Right, you got it before. Let’s see what’s in the box … an iPad mini! Thank you, David, what a great gift! Wait, if you point the mini at the SCAN ME sign, what happens? Holy crap, there’s a video! It’s David in a black-and-white parody of the opening of the old TV series This Is Your Life:

This is David Burtka, bidding you welcome to This Is Your Life. Neil Patrick Harris, this is your life. Get ready to travel through time into your distant past, and into the darkest recesses of your soul … tomorrow, we begin our return to the past. And it’s a long way from here. Good luck.

    Your mind-hole is blown.     The next morning another video awaits on your iPad. It’s from your luminous friend Kate Jennings Grant, telling you to report to Whole Foods, where a vehicle waits for you. What kind of vehicle? She sings “Ride Sally Ride” as a clue. And where are you supposed to drive it? To the cabana where you got drunk on rosé with her last year … in Las Vegas.     What the?     You go to Whole Foods. There’s a Mustang (Sally) waiting with part of a United States map inside. Four hours later you and David are in Vegas. You pull up to the spectacular Cosmopolitan resort and wander toward the pool. In the cabana you find wine, the key to a suite, and a certificate for a ninety-minute massage. The masseur hands you another card to scan. Now Kelly Ripa is telling you to go to the place where you skipped out on a tab four years earlier. It’s Robuchon at the MGM Grand, one of the best restaurants in the world. You and David proceed to share a 581-course meal. At dessert the waiter hands you (surprise!) another card to scan. It’s your hilarious buddy Lex Medlin telling you to report tomorrow morning to the place where he once dared you to eat something for $100. He’s referring to Krispy Kreme at Circus Circus.     Thus ends day 2 of what will be an eight-day cross-country adventure organized and recorded for posterity by the wonderful David Burtka. For an entire week you travel around by bus, car, and private plane, receiving scannable cards from random people, watching old friends tell you where to go next, solving ingenious clues and having the best fortieth birthday it is conceivable to have. You train with Cirque du Soleil performers in Vegas. You visit your family in New Mexico. You go to San Antonio for a thrilling afternoon at the Ropes Course Canopy Challenge. You jet to Disney World and spend the night in the private suite at the top of the Cinderella Castle. (By the way, there’s a private suite at the top of the Cinderella Castle.) All the while, waiters are dropping off clues in lieu of bills (how cool is that?), and you’re decoding letter-shifted cryptograms to find driving destinations (how cool is that?), getting “pulled over” by fake cops who instead of a ticket give you a clue sending you to a free meal at your favorite Albuquerque restaurant, Frontier (how cool is that?!?), and taking an emotional journey through forty years of memories and friendship, without the counterpoint of which the physical journey would be merely a fun vacation and not the incredible act of love and devotion it is.     At Frontier, a stranger asks for your autograph. Then he gives you a note: “John Wayne, draw!” What could that possibl— Oh, of course, that painting on the wall of John Wayne pointing a gun. Only what’s that someone put on the gun? Another circular scanning card.     In your hotel in San Antonio you receive four glasses along with instructions on how much water to place in each one. When you strike them in the order provided in the clue, you hear the opening notes of “It’s a Small World.” Guess you’re going to Disney World.     From there you fly a private plane to New York. At the Mondrian Hotel you find a piece of paper with Japanese writing taped to the mirror. The Japanese-speaking concierge reads it and tells you that you have an 8:30 reservation at Masa, which is one of the greatest sushi restaurants in the world. Fish line up to die at Masa. That’s how good it is.     On the eighth and final day of your adventure of (at least the first half of) a lifetime, you are sent to three different New York City venues where you have performed. In front of each one is an envelope with a key. When you have all three, you’re told to go to your favorite pre-theater bar. You order a tequila and are given a triple lockbox. Inside are the final pieces of the U.S. map you’ve been gathering throughout your trip. You assemble them all and see nothing. Then you turn them upside down. The back forms the mask logo from your favorite current off-Broadway show, Sleep No More. It says, “Be there at 7 p.m.” That’s in half an hour. You race there just in time to attend a performance … only tonight the show has been entirely reconceived to be about you, Neil Patrick Harris, right down to a re-creation of your childhood bedroom. An actress playing your mother tucks childhood “you” into bed and tells you a story.

There was once a little boy. He was my little prince. Everything was exciting and mysterious to him. Everything was possible. He loved playing with soldiers and cowboys. He took piano lessons too. I remember once he had a piano recital. I would nag him to practice over and over but he never listened. I never heard him play the whole piece. And then, the night of the recital, he walked right up to the piano and played it perfectly. Something about having an audience there made him come alive. You look just like him. Like the man I hoped he’d become.