Isn’t it nice how people twist their religious scripture to suit their weds but when it’s used against them it’s suddenly not okay
I talked to a monk about this quote once (we have mutual friends, and he came to a New Year’s Eve party at my shared art studio). He said this isn’t even talking about homosexuality. That the bible never actually says homosexuality is wrong. What that passage means is this:
Women were treated as subservient and it that you shouldn’t treat other men as subservient, like they are beneath you. It is not talking about homosexuality. If it was, it would say it outright since the bible lists other things outright.
I take the word of a monk who have studied the bible extensively more than a self proclaimed Christian.
The above text, I would like to point out is from the point of view of this translation of the original Hebrew. I spoke with my cousin’s rabbi on the matter and his response was different, saying that it was a mistranslation. See, the true translation says that a man shall not lie with another in the bed of a woman, which is to say, the Hebrews had a shit ton of rules about when a man was or was not allowed in a woman’s bed and private quarters (including, if she didn’t want you there, you weren’t allowed there. Hebrew women were also allowed to divorce their husbands and the image of the ‘oppressive Hebrew people’ is an image that was propogated by Christianity which, historically speaking, doesn’t treat the Jewish people too well and liked to paint them as being rather barbaric and backwards and cultish with their traditions, which, another piece of fun info, their traditions were one of the main reasons why the Jewish people were less likely, in medieval times, to die of the plague. Because washing your hands and avoiding the dead and vermin and the like was a lot of help. Of course the Christians persecuted them for not dying but that’s another matter. I’m sidetracked). So the verse is literally saying ‘Don’t fuck in some lady’s bed because that’s just goddamn rude’
Also, whenever a Christian brings the book of Leviticus up, you should feel free to point out that these are rules that were given to make the Hebrew people prepared for when the son of God came to earth. In Christianity, it’s believed the son of God was Jesus. So by following the rules set in Leviticus or pushing them as things we should follow, they’re saying that Jesus was not the son of God, and that Jesus did not, in fact, die for our sins. Jewish people believe, in their faith, that the son of God hasn’t yet been born, so many choose to follow these rules.
Most people of course roll their eyes when I explain the translation of the verse (full breakdown found here) but it’s always fun to point out the nature of the rules in Leviticus and the implications of following them.
I’m a theology student and I am on the verge of crying because of how accurate this commentary is. Historical context is simultaneously the most interesting and most important part of interpreting any texts.
bless this commentary.
-the italian one
such graceful creatures.
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I went there 2 weeks ago! So cool!!
He’d walked through the dim light of the forest as the moon shone through the dying branches of the trees. His feet began to ache as the moon started its slow decent toward the horizon. He groaned to the forest in his pain, cried to the animals as they were snoring in the their homes. He walked a silent path around sleeping bears and moaned again over the death of those he held most dear. A light appeared in front of him as his tears rolled down his cheeks again, the sun’s bright red rays finding their own way between the brittle branches.
He took a step than and heard an unfamiliar crunch beneath his small feet. He looked down and slid his foot to one side, there was red there, crumpled beneath his uncaring foot. This did not make a squashing sound as that other red did. It let off a pleasant scent that just barely changed the morning air. He bent down, his small hands curled around the broken petals and lifted them to his face. He breathed in the smell and looked up.
Before him a field of red broke from the line of trees. The sun burned bright out in the open, dew still hung on the roses. He ran into them, not crying, not laughing, only running and then he collapsed among them. He rolled around, slide to one side, than to another until he seemed to find just the perfect patch.
There he fell asleep while rose petals danced in the breeze.