‘Love the sinner, hate the sin’ jabbed at her sensibility, a wielded instrument of verbal annoyance.
Xandra and Harper walked past demonstrators who carried bleeding placards of assault, venomous messages couched in the false legitimacy of misused scripture.
Turning the corner brought the two in sight of a sign reading, ‘Adam and Eve, not Adam and Steve’, an overused rhyme from people professing adherence to a religion of love by drawing on it as weaponry in a vendetta of hate.
Harper knew most of the arguments this and similar groups used, extrapolated from years of studying the dynamics of opposition to equality. They erected it on a jelloed foundation, and consumed so by their embracing of judgement, they failed to see the direct contradiction with the one claimed to sacrifice his life for their salvation.
They mocked the belief by selective incision of its written passages, seizing obscure assemblages of words purported to justify their position while they ignored the essential tenets of love, judge not, and forgiveness.
“I feel sorry for them,” Xandra said.
“They embrace the comfort of hate by selling it to themselves as concern for the souls of others. We face choices in life, no matter our belief, decisions where we can choose the wrong thing for the wrong reason, the wrong thing for the right reason, the right thing for the right reason, or the right thing for the wrong reason.
“In Star Wars, Luke fights against a dark force, but he dangles a foot over the edge by embracing hate as motivation. He fought two opponents, one his own creation.
“Come on, let’s stop at Starbucks.”