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Marriage Equality....






I woke up this morning to the news that SCOTUS lifted the ban on 'Gay Marriage' and that it was now legal throughout the United States.  Why exactly do we call it 'Gay Marriage'?  Yes, I get the official definition, but I much rather prefer 'Marriage Equality'. 




No, I am not gay, I am not a lesbian, I am not a bisexual, or a transgender, or even 'Questioning', I am a simply a straight girl, who understands that marriage is more than just a piece of paper.  It is the official marking of a human relationship, two people who just happen to have the same body parts that want to get married.  I said this about a year ago, and kind of stunned myself at how profound I can be sometimes, but when we fall in love, we are falling in love with our Soul mates, not our Body Mates. 




I am in no way trying to influence what someone else thinks, and I can't stop you from being happy or not being happy with this decision, but I am trying to plant some food for thought.  The world is changing at a rapid pace and this isn't just about keeping up with other countries (yay, Ireland!) that have recently made these monumental decisions, it is about granting people something they deserve...a basic human right afforded to all different-sex couples.  Love is Love.  It is as simple as that, we can't help who we love, it just happens. That chemistry, that drawing to each other and that passion that explodes when it all comes together.




My best friend since ninth grade cried two years ago when California lifted the ban and not long after, I attended my first 'Marriage Equality' wedding on Halloween for two other friend's.  That was probably the most fun I have had on Halloween in a long time.  It was that day too, that I saw a happy couple become one. Two people who love each other with all their hearts and who would do anything for the other...isn't that what marriage is?  I cried for the first time during any wedding, because there were so many momentous moments, including the choosing of the woman who officiated over the ceremony.  That in itself was a beautiful story.  (*note, I am not saying people who choose not to marry aren't like this. I know many long term couples who just don't feel the need, but I am talking about the subject at hand).




Long story short, you're either going to be happy, or think that the country and world are going to hell in a hand basket, but let me ask you this one question.  If the bible, written by man, were not something taken into consideration, what do you think God would say?  I think he would be okay with it, but that's just my humble opinion (I think someone might damn me to hell for that. Oh well).



Until the next time...
 



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