Falling In Love with Life

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A chocking letter to gay son from his father

 

 

The father’s letter reads:

“James:

This is a difficult but necessary letter to write.

I hope your telephone call was not to receive my blessing for the degrading of your lifestyle.

I have fond memories of our times together, but that is all in the past.

Don’t expect any further conversations With me.

No communications at all. I will not come to visit, nor do I want you in my house.

You’ve made your choice though Wrong it may be. God did not intend for this unnatural lifestyle.

If you choose not to attend my funeral, my friends and family will understand.

Have a good birthday and good life. No present exchanges will be accepted. Goodbye, Dad.”

The son’s thoughts, via Reddit:

“It’s important to know just what this zealotry from Bryan Fisher, Maggie Gallagher, Dan Cathy, et al., does to everyday people.

I’ve never done drugs, was an excellent student, an obedient child (far less trouble than many of my classmates), didn’t drink until I was 22 because it terrified me, and have had just 1 speeding ticket in my life.

Yet I am still seemingly deserving of this terrible act of hate and cowardice that one person can place on another.

5 years on and I am still doing fine, though this letter saunters into my mind every once in a while. When it does, I say without hesitation: F**k you, Dad.”

 

 

Andy Towle at Towleroad, who first published the letter via Reddit, writes:

It’s an all too familiar situation for many LGBT kids out there. He’s right. The Dan Cathys of the world are giving tacit permission to parents to act this way. Shame on them.

On Reddit, the post has over 4000 comments and 2270 “up votes.” “Pretty nasty stuff” is what John Aravosis at AmericaBlog calls it, noting: This is how the religious right, and the Republican party that enables them, quite literally kill people. John M. Becker at Truth Wins Out shares a personal story, and adds: The shockingly cruel letter below, from a father to his newly-out gay son, has been spreading like wildfire through social media. When I first saw it posted on the Facebook profile of Hudson Taylor, an all-star wrestler and outspoken gay rights supporter, I knew I had to share it with you because it serves as a stark reminder of why the fight for LGBT equality and against religious extremism is so critical.

 

(it was found on the web page of The New Civil Right Movement)

I realy do hope that James know in himself that his father opinion has nothing to do with Love from Jesus Christ.I am Christian and I do not think that God said any one do punish in my name or anything like that.For Jesus Christ,Love is the only way!!

Beloved   James,

I am offering to be Your web mother until I live on this earth.I will cherish and love You like my own son who has moved into the Heaven last year.

Please,what ever You do do not hate Your father.That way,one day You will become like He.

Be better.

Be wiser.

Be proud for being beloved child of God and do believe me,no one on this earth can take God’s love towards You.

James,You will remain in my praysers forever as much as Your friend.

To my beloved son Christian

Angel (Sarah McLachlan song)

Angel (Sarah McLachlan song) (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Sarah McLachlan – In the arms of an angel – YouTube

Spend all your time waiting for that second chance

For the break that will make it ok

There’s always some reason to feel not good enough

And it’s hard at the end of the day I need some distraction oh beautiful release

Memories seep from my veins

They may be empty and weightless and maybe I’ll find some peace

tonight In the arms of an Angel

fly away from here

From this dark, cold hotel room, and the endlessness that you fear

You are pulled from the wreckage of your silent reverie

You’re in the arms of an Angel;

may you find some comfort here

So tired of the straight line, and everywhere you turn

There’s vultures and thieves at your back

The storm keeps on twisting, you keep on building the lies

That you make up for all that you lack

It don’t make no difference, escaping one last time

It’s easier to believe In this sweet madness, oh this glorious sadness

That brings me to my knees In the arms of an Angel

far away from here

From this dark, cold hotel room, and the endlessness that you fear

You are pulled from the wreckage of your silent reverie In the arms of an Angel;

may you find some comfort here

You’re in the arms of an Angel;

may you find some comfort here

Sarah Mclachlan – Angel – YouTube

A Humans Home is not found on any map, only in the hearts of the people who love him.

 You are always in my heart my beloved son!

your mom

Love

It is not difficult to encounter or to imagine, nowadays, a love relationship to be born, to blossom, to survive and to finally end happily with the union between two persons from two different parts of the world. It is rather common to hear about this scenario recurring for reasons you and I are perfectly aware of: the ease, availability and speed of communication- let it be by air, by land, by water and by the most recent and widely used media: the Internet.
My story is not one of these stories. My characters never met. Their times did not offer them the privilege of the internet, let alone the other more primitive means of communication. And their relationship did not end with happily ever after. However, their relationship was not any less special.

Love at first read….literally!
This is the love story of Gibran Khalil Gibran and May Ziadeh. May Ziadeh was born in Palestine to a Lebanese father and to a Palestinian mother and moved to Egypt to write for Arab newspapers and periodicals. Gibran Khalil Gibran was born in Bechari village in Lebanon and immigrated to the United States to pursue his artistic studies and to take on his career as worldly renowned artist, poet, and writer. These two exceptional Arab identities share a unique love affair that has lasted till the end of their lives. They expressed their mutual admiration by words written down on and exchanged through letters.
The first contact was established by May Ziadeh in 1912 when she sent a letter to Khalil Gibran showing how deeply she was moved with Selma Karameh’s story in Gibran´s one and only novel, “The Broken Wings” (Al Ajniha Al Moutakassira). Although she found the novel too liberal for her liking, she shared and acknowledged Gibran´s passion on women’s rights. From that moment on, they became close correspondents and devoted pen pals. In 1921, Gibran received her picture.
May Ziadeh was a champion of Gibran’s writings. By critiquing Khalil Gibran’s books, she spread his works across the Arab world and enhanced her own reputation as a literary critic. Gibran always replied to her letters and articles with utmost elegance and delicacy. For example, after she interpreted the main character of Khalil Gibran’s “The Madman” (Al Majnoun), he declared to her that the thoughts and feelings of the madman were not his own. Yet, in another letter to her, he affirms, “The soul, May, does not see anything in life save that which is in the soul itself. It does not believe except in its own private events and when it experiences something, the outcome becomes a part of it.”
Tragic Beauty
Khalil Gibran felt very close to and seemed to blindly trust May Ziadeh to reveal his deepest fears and emotions to her. To his pen pal, he admitted his fear of death, “I am, May, a small volcano whose opening has been closed.” Before his death, he wrote to her expressing his yearning to retreat back to his dearly beloved Lebanon, “My longing for my homeland almost destroys me.” In the early thirties, with the death of Gibran and her parents, May Ziadeh fell into a depression and was committed into a hospital for mental illnesses in Beirut.
Despite never meeting her, the Lebanese Khalil Gibran loved the Palestinian feminist writer for almost 20 years. And despite the rumors of May Ziadeh’s love affairs with other Arab artists and writers who attended her literary salon, she cherished and maintained an idealized love relationship with him by letters. Their letters bear witness to a profound and supportive relationship enduring and thriving across the oceans until the last days of their lives.
Where are you, my beloved? Do you hear my weeping
From beyond the ocean? Do you understand my need?
Do you know the greatness of my patience?

Where are you, me beloved?
Oh, how great is Love!
And how little am I!

– Excerpt from A Lover’s Call XXVII by Gibran Khalil Gibran

This was written by Miss.Lea from Habibi Blog

Desiderata by Max Ehrmann

 

Go placidly amid the noise and the haste, and remember what peace there may be in silence. As far as possible without surrender be on good terms with all persons. Speak your truth quietly and clearly; and listen to others, even to the dull and the ignorant, they too have their story. Avoid loud and aggressive persons, they are vexations to the spirit. If you compare yourself with others, you may become vain or bitter; for always there will be greater and lesser persons than yourself. Enjoy your achievements as well as your plans. Keep interested in your own career, however humble; it is a real possession in the changing fortunes of time. Exercise caution in your business affairs, for the world is full of trickery. But let not this blind you to what virtue there is; many persons strive for high ideals, and everywhere life is full of heroism. Be yourself. Especially do not feign affection. Neither be cynical about love; for in the face of all aridity and disenchantment it is as perennial as the grass. Take kindly the counsel of the years, gracefully surrendering the things of youth. Nurture strength of spirit to shield you in sudden misfortune. But do not distress yourself with dark imaginings. Many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness. Beyond a wholesome discipline, be gentle with yourself. You are a child of the universe, no less than the trees and the stars; you have a right to be here. And whether or not it is clear to you, no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should. Therefore, be at peace with God, whatever you conceive Him to be. And whatever your labors and aspirations in the noisy confusion of life, keep peace in your soul. With all its sham, drudgery and broken dreams; it is still a beautiful world. Be cheerful. Strive to be happy.

Desiderata by Max Ehrmann – YouTube