Holy Doesn’t Mean Hateful

DNA: The Blueprint for Life

I’ve never understood the idea that there’s some man in the sky who demands we only marry the opposite sex. Really think about that — you’re telling me the ultimate force of love and creation is obsessed with our bedroom choices? That’s not divine, that’s control dressed up as religion.

If your God insists on heterosexual marriage, cool — but then my God believes we should be free to love who we love, without apology, without shame. Don’t come at me with, “Well, the Bible says…” — as if the only way to validate love is to find it printed in a book written, translated, and twisted by generations of men.

I believe in God. What I don’t believe in is some petty, vengeful being handing out love like it’s a membership to an exclusive club. That’s not faith. That’s fear. That’s control.

If you really believe God made us in His image, then that includes everyone — gay, straight, trans, Black, white, all of it. You don’t get to cherry-pick who counts as “God’s children” based on who makes you uncomfortable.

And let’s be real: science has shown that being gay isn’t a “choice” — it’s genetics. So what, God hardwired people to be something He then condemns? That’s not holy. That’s cruel. And I don’t buy it.

Once something is in our DNA, it’s part of the blueprint of life. And if God created life, then those blueprints are His. Not yours. Not mine. Definitely not some preacher’s with a mic and an agenda.

So spare me the judgment. God didn’t just create straight people. He didn’t just create people who look like you or love like you. He created all of us. So why do you think your version of faith gives you the right to condemn the rest of us?

Newsflash: it doesn’t.

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