I love this. The hate preachers in the US desperately need to hear this message. He says spreading hate and inciting attacks on others is not the message Jesus wanted his people to spread, that is not freedom of religion. It is so refreshing and wonderful to hear the message that this Rev. is talking about. Makes me remember the Jesus I was once told about as a child. Hugs. Scottie
No More Religious Exemption For Hate Speech In Canada
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I’ve come to the conclusion that the majority of Americans who identify as Christian are actually pseudo Christians, but it’s great when real Christians (those who actually live according to Jesus and it doesn’t matter if Jesus was real or myth) speak up such as in the video.
About your comment “Makes me remember the Jesus I was once told about as a child“. I’m of the opinion that if a church’s teaching to children about Jesus (and/or God) differs materially from the teaching to adults, then it’s probably a pseudo Christian religion. Just my thought.
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Well, Jesus said we’d know them by their fruits…
No play on words there. It was a discussion of false ministers and prophets, between Jesus and people with questions. I thought I should clarify.
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Hello Barry. I agree with you 100%. That is why I post, support, and even comment on Rev. Ed Trevors website. And he replies wonderfully to me an atheist who has told him I do not follow his god. It is grand.
I have a few people who come here and are Christians. And I want them to feel comfortable here. I just won’t let anyone spew hate be it religious or not.
But I do feel the need to express gratitude to “good” Christians who believe and follow their faith. As a small child going on 8 yrs old, I moved to a small town because my adoptive parents were dodging the child abuse charges filed against them. There was a very large farm about a mile down the road from where I now lived. And I would go there to see and pet the farm animals. But I avoided and ran from the adults. But they had two children, a boy my age, and a girl a few years older.
I did not know but the family were very SDA, Seventh Day Adventist. It wouldn’t have matter to me then, I had no idea of god or religions. What I did learn quickly was on Saturday afternoon the children would lay on the living room floor listening to a reel to reel tapes of religious stories from the bible.
At first I would stand at the screen door and listen also. The adults soon learned that if they left the door open I would come in and lay down next to their children. But they also learned two important things, they had to leave the screen door open and no loud male voices as that triggered me.
One time when I first started laying down with the other kids listening to the taped stories, their gruff old grandfather came in to the room and his voice boomed. I panicked and bolted, only to hit the closed screen door and had a complete melt down trying to get through it.
When weeks later I would slowly inch into the room they would leave the door open and all adults stayed out of the room.
Years later after I had become friends with the son my age I went to work for the father on the farm as I was now a teenager. He noticed my many bruises and helped me where he could without making it obvious he knew some of my situation.
Then as I turned 17 and ended my 11th grade my adoptive father gave me a good beating. I left and went to the farm to nurse my wounds. The father farmer found me, talked to me, and asked if I wanted to leave home and go to an SDA boarding school. I hurt so bad and wanted it all to stop, I said yes. He said I would have to go to church, but I was OK with that. If he had not offered that I think I would have ended my life.
He worked it out with the adoptive parents who wanted me gone anyway, so the next week I packed my few things and left for a church boarding school. To say the least it was a hard adjustment. The man paid for all of it, the summer, the school year, food, books all of it, and when I graduated offered to put me through higher education to be a pastor in their church. All at no cost to me.
But I knew by then I was gay and I couldn’t change that. I had prayed as hard as I could to their god but he did not change me. I was who I was, and as at that time his church was anti-gay so I knew I had no place there. I thanked him, said no, and joined the military. He never asked me to repay what he spent.
So while I am an atheist that does not believe in god, those people that do and follow the intent of Jesus / other good meaning deities I respect. After all, I think one saved my life. Best wishes. Scottie
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Sorry Barry. I just caught the sign off mistake and corrected it. No offence meant. Best Wishes. Scottie
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No harm done. I attended a funeral for another of my father’s 11 siblings last week, where I managed to fend off dozens of hugs, but couldn’t escape an almost equal number. I’m still recovering from the onslaught 🤮
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Hi Barry. I am sorry you lost a family member but it doesn’t sound as if you were close to the deceased. But a funeral is stressful even if you were not close to the person who died. And I am sorry it was made even more stressful for people not accepting your personal space. Before I hug anyone in person I make sure they are receptive of it. If I spread my arms and if they don’t move into them or accept the hug, I take that as a no. Period, no harm no offense.
As an abuse victim It took me until meeting Ron my lover / husband to be able to stand to be hugged. To me it caused flashbacks of being restrained while being abused. Even during willing consensual sex with other adults I drew the line at that. In fact my aversion to being hugged was one of the things that saved me from being sexually trafficked as a young military man. But Ron showed me they could be really warm and comforting, and now I crave them from people I like and offer them to people I disagree with.
So trust me, I understand and really want to respect you and others who it might not be welcomed by. In fact when I comment on the survivor’s website I belong to I deliberately leave that off knowing it may trigger others there. I try to do it here also. But the problem is I am so used to doing it on most comments I forget to not do it. And when I asked people if I should stop doing it that way the majority said it was one of the things they liked about me, I was willing to hug even those I disagreed with. So the habit got deeper. But again and always thank you for understanding. Best Wishes. Scottie
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