we come over the crest of the hill and my heart sinks and my throat closes up. no amount of photographs and videos online can do justice to the hate that is so openly shown on that street corner.
but we revolve the day around walking in love. and my whole body aches as we pass to park the car, can whole lives be lost in the translation? can whole lives be ruined by hate? can hate turn off the love? no, light and love will always win.
we hold signs that are simple “God is love” and “God so loved the world”. we want a message that is easy, one full of hope, one that is so full of truth that grace drips from it. your life can preach a better sermon than you lips.
at the slut walk we stand on the corner between this “church” preaching hate and we stand with simple signs, dressed in conservative clothes. and people ran up to give us hugs, they gave us thumbs up, they asked to take our photo. people who would most likely never given us a second thought asked about our message. and when we tell them our message is of love, love from God given so freely to us so we may love too we are met with smiles, agreement and love right back!
the people the WBC dismisses as sluts, whores, the hated, the damned and a myriad of other things do not respond to hate, who does? they respond right back with shouts and screams. but when people see love, boy do they love back!
but there is something that shocked me even more, the whispered thank yous.
thank yous from the elderly lesbian couple, thank yous from the gay college student, thank yous from the teenage lesbian girls who stop to talk to us about living in the south. thank yous from the man in the string bikini and pretend bra. thank yous from the woman dressed as a pirate. thank yous from the homeless man. thank yous from people in passing, thank yous mouthed across the street.
thank yous of solidarity, we may not agree on some things, but we do agree on one thing, love always trumps hate.
and today love stands together.
100 notes, June 19, 2011