Offending the Offendable: part 27

In the end, it didn’t matter if I cried. It didn’t matter if I was the victim. It didn’t matter if I trembled in fear. It didn’t matter if I kept my head down and stayed quiet. It didn’t matter if I avoided conflict and arguing, or minded my own business. I was always the guilty one. 

Guilty. Guilty. Guilty. Guilty. Guilty. Guilty. Guilty. 

It didn’t matter how little or how loud my voice was, it always felt unheard. Can you imagine what it’s like to have been hurt and blamed to the point that you don’t even know how to ask for help anymore? And when you do try, you know you’re going to be ignored and made to feel it was your own fault. 

You keep echoing your innocence in the silence of your mind as you sit in the shadows of your teachers and accusers, shivering in fear. Tears fall but you are shamed into feeling like you have no right to cry. The psychological pain and stress of it all remains a scar etched on your heart.

You were a child but you were forced to grow up too fast in order to survive. Words like innocence fall in vain on deaf ears as you scream from your soul. If they said they loved you or cared about you, you realize at that moment that it was a lie, as they turn their backs and abandon you to the executioner. 

You look up at your teacher, the scythe was posed to reap answers from you answers you don’t have. You beg and plead as they torture and punish you because they insist you are lying. Finally, their anger draws back and the punishment comes clean through with one strike of their blade. 

All you can do is close your eyes and smile up at them, scared and defeated, as that scythe of condemnation came down to sentence and cut down the way it always does. You lower your head on the desk as told, your heart silently bleeding onto the cold laminate of your desk. 

Slowly you begin to believe that you were the crazy one all along. I still have those days when the memories of those moments and anxiety are so overwhelming that I just want to curl up in a ball and scream the pain that tortures my soul.

Struggling with inner demons and mental illness along with past issues can all make you feel like you’re trapped in the pits of hell. You feel as though you have no control over anything, because you are trapped, you are helpless and unable to do anything about it. 

Do you know what it’s like to be a child and be told that you’re the problem, not the bully, not your abuser, but you, the victim? That you must be lying or exaggerating when you’re really the one telling the truth.

I didn’t do it. I didn’t do it. I didn’t do it. I didn’t do it.. 

      You keep repeating these phrases in your head until you go crazy, screaming out your innocence into the silence, but your voice goes unseen, unheard. The teachers won’t even hear of it, they won’t even ask or listen to your side of the story. One voice always gets heard while the other gets shut down.  

Nobody cares about anything you have to say, do you know what that does to a child’s psyche? Not being believed and being given the implication that you are not worthy of being listened to. The helplessness you feel as a result is significantly impairing and can have dire consequences to the victim’s mental health.

It makes a child feel as though they deserve it or that what’s happening to them is not a big deal or is even normal. It is a pitiably heinous crime and believe me when I say it’s worse than the abuse and bullying itself because it not only allows the bully to keep abusing the victim, but the deep psychological effect it has on the victim is in itself a cruel form of abuse.

Why tell the truth? Why say anything at all? It’s not like anyone will believe it. If I tell, I’ll be the one who gets in trouble. People are just going to get angry at me or blame me. I have to obey the other kids or face the consequences. This is the fear that was stabbed into my mind for every false accusation, for every time I got punished for doing nothing wrong. 

The result of the teacher’s actions and disbelief further isolated me from those who I thought would help me and made me afraid to ask anyone for help out of fear that it would all blow up in my face. It made me feel like I didn’t have an opinion, not that one that mattered anyways, it made me feel like I didn’t have free thought, or a voice that would be heard. I felt I couldn’t speak out without fear of retaliation from both the teacher’s and the students. I had no one I could trust, I was all alone. 

The helplessness that I felt then, it was as though my hands were bound. I had no control, my safety was in the hands of another. No one should ever have to feel that way. It all leads to this mentality where you don’t even know how to accept kindness anymore, it’s just so over your head you don’t know how to comprehend it. I do not understand their motives. I do not understand why people say nice things to me, maybe it is because it is hard to believe them. 

Offending the Offendable: 26

 It doesn’t matter how good a person you are or how hard you try to please your teacher’s and follow the rules. Your light they call darkness, your loyalty they call traitorous, your humility they call pride, your love they call hate, your purity, fake, your innocence and kindness deposed as evil. Everyone says you are an amazing person, but behind your back you hear others call you a monster and demon. 

You are the demon in white, the one people say has sunshine on their face but hides the smile of a demon. You are the child everyone says has light in their eyes, who runs towards people with flowers in their hands; praying blessings over your enemy right after they have finished beating you.  

“I want to be friends with everyone; to make everyone laugh and always protect their smiles… that is my dream… I want to reach them in love. I want to connect with them, but I am not strong enough to forgive on my own. God, help me. I am afraid.

All I wanted was to love everyone. I want to show them the same kindness that you have shown me. But I am afraid that my love is not enough to reach them. Make me a light. Forgive those who do me wrong. Bless them and their family, and their future generations. Love them as you have loved me. Be with them. Grant them safety. Protect them. Give them grace and peace. Amen, amen.” 

Your childish voice cries out with a broken voice as you kneel over with folded hands. You tremble and cry from the fear and pain. You walk to your own execution, smiling kindly as your accusers secure the noose over your neck and the teachers secure it tight. You love others even as your bible is stolen from you, dropped on the floor and beaten in retaliation against you. 

Why are you praying? They ask you. I was praying for you. You reply to them through blinding tears. And at the end of the day, you always love and forgive those who hurt you, both in school and out. You dare to love your enemies when no one else will; and forgive those who falsely accuse and slander you and unfairly mistreat and punish you.

Despite all my suffering, I had not told a lie and given a false confession to those  who had demanded it. I had maintained my innocence before my God and my teacher even though I suffered for it; all because I wouldn’t confess to a crime (offense) I did not commit, though I was being accused of it. 

Even when their violence and hatred violates your mind outside school; or in school where their cruelty and accusations violate your morality and threaten to rip your heart apart. You forgive them. Really, the only thing left that you can do is pray for them and smile as the blood of love runs out at the feet of your accusers and torturers. 

The reason I use the imagery of blood and death is because it is a symbolism that provokes the strongest imagery I can think of to describe the emotional distress and psychological pain. These situations cut into me and created psychological wounds and emotional bleeding, and every day, my heart still bleeds when I remember these things.

 It always seemed to be my fault, even when that wasn’t the case. It didn’t matter how kind or good a person I was, or if I was a loyal student. I was still blamed, even when there were no facts to back the evidence. 

I would be falsely accused by the other children of causing trouble, my classmates would get me into trouble with the teacher’s, incurring disciplinary action, sometimes for things I didn’t do, or for things that were greatly exaggerated by the other kids. There was this one time I was actually falsely accused by a bully of being a bully and charged with acting violently towards someone on the bus. 

My bus driver, however, rather than asking for my side of the story, or even giving me a chance to defend myself, punished me anyway. It was like this with everyone. My version of the story was never asked for. The teacher’s never even verified if these false accusations were true, and in doing so the victim was never heard.

My accusers always got away, they never once were punished or questioned by the teacher or school officials. What my teachers and bus driver didn’t realize was that I was the real scapegoat, the victim of someone else’s actions. I was never given the chance to speak up for myself, and even if I had, who would have believed me when there were anywhere from two to ten kids accusing me in these incidents? 

If you are falsely accused of being a bully, who’s going to believe you when you say you are the one being bullied? No one. Who will speak up for you? Nobody. Who will believe you? No one. Who will even listen to you? Not a single person. It didn’t matter if I could get one person to vouch for me, their testimony was not credible compared to the testimony of two or three other false witnesses. 

After a while you start to feel like you are going crazy. You feel like a mad-man being straight jacketed and hauled off to prison, simply for saying something no one else wants to hear. You have no one, you are all alone. All you can do is try to hold it in and not let it get to you. 

Offending the Offendable: part 25

The false assumption among school officials is that there is no such thing as an honest child. No child has moral integrity, no child is respectful, there is no such thing as a loyal or faithful student. It doesn’t help either that in school punishment, teacher’s have to respond to any and all accusations made by students due to the Zero Tolerance Policies of most schools. 

The problem is that bullies more often than not will use this same policy to control their victim. Defamation and slander are the new rage for bullies today. This is not just something that is happening with cyberbullies, it’s a real life form of bullying happening covertly within schools.

 It’s the easiest way for bullies today to hurt their victims without actually touching them. One false statement and the teacher’s inflict all the emotional bruises, rumors, and trauma that the bullies desires to inflict. 

Once the victim realizes that they will not be believed, the bully gains all the control they want over the victim. Do what I say… fine then I’m telling on you. One threat. That’s how simple it is. It wipes their hands clean of blood and keeps them out of trouble while maintaining a chokehold on their victims. 

It takes away the victims’ control over the situation and ability to fight back because they know that if they refuse to obey the bully and are falsely accused by the  group, chances are they will not be listened to or taken seriously by their school. Even when you have someone speaking on your behalf, the group’s voice always drowns out the voice of the defendant. 

Meanwhile, we’re not holding anyone else accountable, except you. Forget the Zero tolerance policy in this case, no man shall be treated equally. We will listen to the bullies but we are not going to ask you to explain your side; or listen when you say you’re innocent. We’ll just punish you without any evidence outside of your accusers and shove you back out the door. 

If you even think about protesting injustice, we’ll just get in your face and growl at you for getting angry, intimidating you; we’ll remind you who’s boss, blame you, and then finish punishing you. The innocent student is strung up from the chains of your own helplessness and beaten with unfair punishments as their begging cries and screams of innocence echo down the halls.  

You don’t get to decide your own fate. You can’t change a single thing that happens to you. No matter how hard you try, you can’t be saved. Every card you play is already secretly stacked against you. You never stood a chance, you were doomed from the very start. You either confess to the lie and lighten your sentence, or you deny the charges and risk earning the spite of your school. 

Offending the Offendable: part 24

One false statement from a bully and your words don’t matter. Your voice doesn’t matter. Your honesty and innocence doesn’t matter. You are guilty unless you can pull magical evidence out on the spot that says otherwise. They continue to take the crumbs from the hands of liars rather than trying to determine if the student is really guilty. 

They keep condemning you every time someone falsely accuses you because you refuse to admit your ‘guilt’ and their words are proof that is ‘undeniable.’This was my school life; because according to most schools, in school discipline, everything relies heavily on the numbers.

 If a group of students band together and falsely say that another student did it, then there is no question. You did it. No evidence is required, it is automatically assumed that you are guilty. The bully is believed over the victim; the accuser is believed over the accused; the condemner is believed over the condemned. 

The group is believed over the single individual. If someone has it out for you and falsely calls you a bully, then you are considered the assaulter and no defense or verbal argument will acquit you of those charges. The justice system of the school is flawed; my school was designed so that the innocent would always be condemned as guilty. 

There was no justice system, no trial or hearing, no one cared for the truth except to condemn it. Everything is based on who has more power and influence, who has more numbers and who has the larger group. 

If a group accuses you and you don’t have the friends or numbers to back you up, then it doesn’t matter what you say because you’ll never be believed. Even if one person sticks up for you, as far as those in authority are concerned their words don’t matter compared to a group’s voice. It’s all based on number’s because the numbers “don’t lie” so they say. 

The student who reports or accuses another student first is the one who is listened to. Whoever gets the teacher’s first is the honest one and whoever speaks first is the one who is believed. No matter how nonsensical your accuser’s accusations may be, the schools believe accusers over victims.

 The group has no reason to lie and we all know that the accused student will naturally deny the charges. All children lie their way out of an accusation, at least, this is what my teacher’s assume and the majority of people would think.  

As a result, teacher’s almost never believe an accused student, even when they really are innocent. If the accused students breaks down crying and begging for their innocence, their fate is almost undoubtedly sealed. Your tears become a testament to your guilt and it is once again assumed by the school officials that the accused student is feigning their innocence. 

Offending the Offendable: Part 23

 If you say you are innocent, it is not believed; but if you stay silent, it is taken as an acceptance of guilt. If you argue, it only proves to your judges that you are as guilty as they claim you are. And if you fight back, you only end up getting punished. If you refuse to admit that you are guilty, you are accused of making nonsensical accusations, and all you end up doing is making things worse for yourself. 

If you fought back, you got punished. If you protested, you got punished. If you spoke out, you got punished. If you stayed quiet and even if you followed all the rules, you still got punished. It doesn’t matter if you did good or bad things. Everything you do to make your teacher proud is done in vain. It would not be noticed, it would not be appreciated, it is only to be punished. 

No matter what you did or didn’t do, you always got punished. There was no winning. If the teacher’s say you are guilty, you are guilty and nothing you say or do can change that. You don’t have a choice, they can and will force you to comply. The teacher’s decide if they want to hear your side, you don’t get to talk otherwise. Just a little less than fourteen years ago. 

That’s how a lot of schools operated at the time and many still do. If the teacher’s thought you were lying, they were the ones who decided what punishment to inflict on you; even if you really were innocent. If you refuse the teacher’s punishments, you got punished anyways, or worse, another innocent classmate is falsely accused and suffers. 

The teacher’s threats drove you to only one choice; either surrender; or watch others around you continue to suffer. Sometimes the worst torture scars are the ones that you can’t see. The psychological torture and psychological suffering of watching someone else get hurt, when you know they are innocent, and don’t deserve it; it hurts more than any other unspoken torture or a teacher have inflicted on me.

No one has ever believed in you, they’ve never once lifted a finger to help you as you were beaten with accusations and punishments. You were always forced to take their punishments in accordance with the school rules and collective punishments, but no one ever had to partake in my punishments, not even once. 

That is the inequality of the school system. This is because like a lot of schools, the teacher’s are the ones who get to decide if what the victim says is true. The system of many schools is that the victim gets blamed when accused; and the innocent get charges for the crimes of the guilty, and the faithful suffer alongside the guilty. They decide if what you are doing is right or wrong.  

If the teachers who punished you unfairly due to a misunderstanding of the situation. If the teacher’s later find out, at my school they would not even apologize to you, or admit to you that they had done anything wrong to you. They keep letting you believe those deceptive lies that you are the guilty one, while the teacher’s continue to fail to properly investigate and fleeting hope lets your soul fall to oblivion.

Offending the Offendable: part 22

 All children regardless of race, religion, or gender, have a right to be heard, a chance to tell their side of the story, even if there doesn’t seem to be a point. Refusing to validate a child’s voice, no, refusing to hear that voice, is just as bad as bad if not worse than any punishment you could ever inflict on them.

 It takes away the power of the child. Not asking for someone else’s side of the story and just assuming they are guilty isn’t something that you just forget. It will stick with a child for the rest of their life. 

Every time they look back on their school they will remember that day you didn’t listen to them. They will remember that time you didn’t even ask for their testimony. They will remember that time when you punished them without knowing their side of the story.

In your own ignorance, you gaslighting and victimizing them, leaving them to feel powerless, hopeless, and crazy. When you don’t ask a child for their side of the story.

You are essentially saying that their side, their voice, their rights and opinions don’t matter.

 It doesn’t matter if they have something to say because you say they are guilty even if they really aren’t. It’s not just the false accusations that harm a child, but also what the jury and judge (teacher) says and how they respond to those accusations. 

 It is already emotionally and psychologically traumatizing to a child to be falsely accused, even if it is because of a misunderstanding or misinterpretation. Even if the intentions of false allegations are not grounded in malicious intent and even if they are, that doesn’t leave those accusations without consequence. 

When you add on the factor of not even listening or even asking the accused to verify or defend against the accusations formed against them. When you fail to investigate a situation and simply take the words of the child’s accusers, you are empowering the accusers over the accused without any justification to that decision. 

I understand why the school staff didn’t investigate, in my case, I really do. I mean, why would a teacher bother when an entire class is accusing one child? Why listen when everyone is saying that person is guilty? It has been almost ten years since the incident; yet I still can’t wrap my mind around how anyone could justify humiliating a child like that. 

How could any teacher possibly justify being willing to listen to one side of the story, but not listen to, or acknowledge the other child? What harm was there in getting the rest of the story from the accused? It would have helped the story make more sense; possibly even opened the teacher’s senses to what was really going on. 

 If the incident was as serious as they claimed it to be; how can a teacher fail to fulfill their duty by refusing to properly investigate such a serious accusation? The fact that the teacher didn’t even ask my side of the story destroyed my confidence in the teachers. Not because this was the first time, but because there were other incidents like this that had occurred during my time at school. 

I looked up to my teacher’s, they were my mentors and that just made the reality of it so much harder for me. The very people I feared and respected let me down so many times and made me afraid to even come to them. I was afraid they would turn things around and accuse me and punish me instead because that’s exactly what they did.  

Offending the Offendable: part 21

The school didn’t seem to think the exposure incident was a big deal, but it was a highly distressing incident for me because of a tragedy and sexual trauma that happened to a very close friend of mine. I think it affected me so much because I loved my friend. 

What I didn’t realize was that I had developed secondary traumatic stress disorder (secondary PTSD caused by indirect exposure through hearing the first hand accounts of someone else traumatic experiences.) I was a kid but there were many boys and girls I knew or heard of who had been raped or molested as children.

No investigation. No initial hearing. No trial of any kind. No plea bargaining. Nothing. Just straight to the sentencing and charges. The boy gets a “talking to” but no charges. The same can’t be said about you because you opened your big mouth. Meanwhile the pant dropper next to you walks home free, thanking his lucky stars he’s not you. 

The boy’s offense in my opinion was much greater than mine but he was never punished or humiliated in front of everyone, he was never even asked to apologize. I was punished for doing nothing and yet when the boy exposed himself to me no one was punished. I kept asking myself: 

“Why didn’t the teacher just pull me out of the lunchroom and confront me the same way as the boy had been dealt with? How was what I did any worse than what that boy did? How was it even similar? Why is my supposed “felony” more deserving of punishment? Tell me what’s going on, someone help me understand. What did I do wrong?”

After the teacher called me out in front of everyone and sent me off to be punished, I remember picking up my tray and walking down the two long line’s of bench cafeteria tables with my head lowered, hoping no one could see my face as mortification closed in around me. 

I walked over 20 feet to the next isolated table while everyone in my class was staring— literally staring— all heads turned towards me, following my walk of shame down the aisle. 

It wasn’t a matter of imagining, but a matter of reality. I felt so humiliated, felt such intense shame. I held it together until I made it to another table, then sat down, covered my face, broke down, and wept. This wasn’t the first time I had cried or had been humiliated, it was just the first time I had cried because a teacher made me feel so humiliated. 

I want to believe that it was all just a misunderstanding, that they really did think I was cursing or something, but I can’t say this with certainty because this wasn’t the first time that I had been ganged up on and falsely accused in school.

 I had been accused and punished before without being listened to; all for things I didn’t even do or were blown out of proportion by the other kids. Unfortunately in this case the lunch aide took my silence as an admission of guilt.

 The teacher didn’t investigate, didn’t ask questions, never even tried to understand, and I paid the price for it. I remember how badly I wanted to sit back down in my seat  but I knew that was no longer possible because I knew if I refused to accept the punishment, I risked being physically dragged out of the Cafeteria by the teacher’s.

It had happened before to another boy and I knew it could happen to me. That’s what happened to troublemakers in my school. If you refused to take punishment, even if it was unfair or unjust, you got dragged away by force. I had seen it happen before. 

 It was just easier to get up from the table and walk myself to my own punishment. I was afraid of what would happen if I didn’t cooperate. And I knew that I risked being physically removed from the cafeteria like that one kid who refused to take punishment. The only difference was that I hadn’t done anything wrong.  

 At that moment, I wanted so badly to grab hold of the table as the orders of my teacher physically dragged me out of my seat. I wanted to plead my innocence. But I knew it was too late. No one would believe me now as my body followed orders and carried me down the aisle. 

I wasn’t a criminal. I wasn’t breaking any rules. I was a 10 year old girl who mentioned two biblical words, two harmless words in a less than ten letter sentence, and yet I was punished for it. I was not given the right to testify. I was not validated. I was not heard. 

All my rights in school were taken away and were violated because of a few false statements. The Fourteenth Amendment to the Constitution guarantees that everyone in the United states has the right to be treated fairly by people in authority; whether they be in the workplace, police station, or school.

 I’m calling out to all you out there who are teachers, school administrators, lunch aides, or bus drivers. If you or a student accuses a child of having done something wrong, or you witness something you find questionable, or are trying to suspend a student; kindly keep in mind that all children have the right to fair treatment.

Offending the Offendable, part 20

Here’s the sad truth. All men are not created equal. I learned this truth about our world at a young age. I was pretty young at the time, but I still remember that day in elementary school when one of my teacher’s isolated me from the rest of my class during lunch break for saying I believe in Heaven and hell, even though everyone else was talking freely about their own beliefs about the supernatural. 

My classmates turned me in and my attempt at sharing my faith, then, came at a price: I was physically isolated & publicly humiliated. I was ten years old. As the accusations went around, at this point I was in such disbelief of what was happening that I couldn’t even speak, but inside I was screaming my innocence and crying and begging for someone to help me. 

I remember the teacher telling me what my punishment would be. The teacher then called me out of my seat and ordered me to stand up in front of the other student’s. I slowly got up out of my seat and stood in front of everyone, noticing that the public eye was now on me as the teacher sent me a way to be punished.

Apparently in school, if you use references from the Bible like “hell,” “death,” and “afterlife”; everyone thinks you’re trying to call curses to rain down from the heavens on them and exorcize them with terms that are considered offensive and punishable. 

 I was given no chance to explain my side, or given the time to try and clarify the situation, I was just automatically guilty and was punished accordingly. I was told by the teacher that as punishment for “my offense” I had to leave the table and eat my lunch by myself— in front of my entire class—and I didn’t even do anything wrong. 

I want you to imagine that for a moment. Imagine yourself just giving your opinion about something, to which, everyone then proceeds to take you out of context and without giving you the chance to explain; starts to accuse you for things that aren’t true. The teacher then, without asking for your side of the story, or giving you the chance to explain yourself, smacks the gavel across your face and starts listing your punishment out to you while everyone in your class listens in, and then the teacher actually punishes you in front of everyone.

The school didn’t handle the incident at all, just let it fly. You feel distressed by what he did, but he gets no charge for that. No public attention, no spotlight on his actions. No humiliating correction, no punishment of any kind. It’s not that I wanted these things to happen to him. I forgave him immediately because that was the kind of person that I was. I do however think the school should have addressed him better.

Offending the Offendable: part 19

Our world has become a wonderland of its own, a topsy turvy culture where anything goes. A world where no rules apply, where the only limit is how far you can reach. It is a dream that our self serving culture longs to fill the place where God should be. Well, almost nothing. There are still many restrictions society places on what is considered “irrelevant or undesirable” such as religion, conservatism, sometimes even mental illness, among many other things. 

Despite humanity’s thoughts and the lies we believe of our world progressing, in reality our world has only been regressing. We suspend all reality to believe in fairy tales, fake morality, and heretic religions. Many still believe there is a certain belief system each American should abide by, but at the same time, our culture says that there is no correct way of thinking. 

Everyone is correct. There is no right or wrong answer, as long as your belief does not offend other people’s beliefs. We live in an upside down culture, that more often than not, believes a certain way, yet doesn’t know why they believe it or anything about what their beliefs entail. There is no safety net, no solid ground to stand on.

Society is falling down a rabbit hole with no firm understanding of what is happening around them, what they are here for, or even what they believe they are here for. There is no certainty, no bright future, no clear sign after death or conviction of morality. Everything is a guessing game. We can never know what is right and wrong, yet we let man dictate all the decisions. 

We let our society say what is acceptable and what is not, we let the government put the laws into place, and have our schools and universities tell us what truth our children should believe in, while discouraging and silencing any voices that shout with confidence an absolute truth. Because today no one can be wrong and no one can be right.

No one can say what one can or can’t be, yet at the same time they can. The problem is that the world has never steered itself in the right apart from God. In fact, the more it tries, the further it pushes itself away from justice, honesty or morality. 

Sadly, the deeper society pushes itself into total depravity; the more our culture lacks moral sense. The more our culture lacks moral sense, the more unconcerned it becomes with rightness or wrongness. It becomes more accepting of seemingly lesser evils such as murdering babies and sexual identity. And the more unconcerned it becomes of what is right and wrong; the more man falls into a deeper unconscious and unabated mind. 

While the rest of the world falls into the darkness of the rabbit hole, it never knows of the dangers that await them. It sleeps away in false peace and security, while secretly depraved, and forever confused and uncertain. The world is asleep and it’s waiting for someone to wake it up.

When I look at this world today, when I glimpse into the empty eyes of people, and their darkened understanding, I see myself and I am reminded of the lost and empty person that I was before Christ came into my life and saved and changed me by His faithfulness and grace. It is ever uncaring to know the truth that lies beyond their darkened eyes. 

If we are going by the world’s definition of what is good and evil; then perhaps we are all truly mad. But though the world has tried to rearrange the concept of madness and morality; and tried to define what is good and evil; it has not redefined it in God’s eyes. The question is what will you do with that truth God has given you? And what price are you willing to pay to proclaim it? 

[Stay Tuned! Chapter two of my newest blog series is on its way!}

Offending the Offendable: part 18

People say that we as Christians are dreamers, yet they themselves cannot comprehend the dreams that they have fallen into. There are some, perhaps many, who will even say that there is no absolute truth. Many people in the west place their beliefs purley in their ability to reason and decide what is true, right, and wrong, yet many do not even know what they believe in, because truth today cannot objectively be reckoned with. 

We cannot know what is real or not. We cannot know what is true and what is not; anymore than we can know how far the universe really expands outside the billions of galaxies that exist out there. We cannot know what is right and what is wrong. We cannot know what is normal and what isn’t. And more and more we find that morality today is being defined by man for man (kind). At least, according to culture.

 Moral conviction is whatever man says it to be. It’s whatever the majority deems to be acceptable or not. If a man wants to have intercourse with an animal he can. If a 99 year old pervert wants to rape an eight year old girl, he may, as long as he solely has the parents consent, to her body in marriage, even if it is against the girls will. 

We may be appalled and think that these things are abominable now, but how long do you think it will take for culture to change its mind? How long do you think that appalled nature will last before culture calls those same actions acceptable? Not long if you look at the rapid disintegration of our culture and its moral standings. 

We demonise those who are psychologically or mentally different, yet have a clean record and never committed a crime. We call them monsters and every deranged and grotesque name we can think of. 

We turn a blind eye to a sane men who murders, we ignore the trafficking in our culture, the abusive sex masters, and child molesters who steal, kill and violate young children until theirs nothing left, but a empty body and a hollow soul. 

The world has always assumed it knows best and yet we cannot even agree with each other about what is considered fair or just. We are biased and prejudicial in our definition of moral ethics to where we can’t even decide on whether or not it is justified to kill babies conceived of rape. And one must be conscious to remember a few things in this world. Wrong is right. Up is down. Right is wrong. Left is right. Good is evil. 

Evil is good. The straw is black. The light is not day. Sight is not sight. Darkness is not night. The tiger is not stripped. And all rational or critical thinking means that no one must be thinking. In this case, you could say the mad are sane; while the sane have become mad. What I really mean is. We live in a culture today where many, I have heard, called bestiality and pedophilia normal while calling Christians with upstanding morals as terrorists.