Jesus waited THREE days to come back to life. It was perfect! If he had only waited ONE day, a lot of people wouldn't have even heard he died. They'd be all, "Hey Jesus, what up?" and Jesus would probably be like, "What up? I DIED yesterday!" and they'd be all, "Uhh, you look pretty alive to me, dude..." and then Jesus would have to explain how he was resurrected, and how it was a miracle, and the dude'd be like "Uhh okay, whatever you say, bro..." And he's not gonna come back on a SATURDAY. Everybody's busy, doing chores, workin' the loom, trimmin' the beard, NO.
I am the prostitute working the streets because nobody will hire a transsexual woman. I am the sister who holds her gay brother tight through the painful, tear-filled nights. We are the parents who buried our daughter long before her time. I am the man who died alone in the hospital because they would not let my partner of twenty-seven years into the room. I am the foster child who wakes up with nightmares of being taken away from the two fathers who are the only loving family I have ever had. I wish they could adopt me. I am one of the lucky ones, I guess.
» eine traurige Geschichte die zu Herzen geht.... Bild von Anonymous Ein weinendes Mädchen stand neben einer kleinen Kirche, von der man sie weggeschickt hatte, weil die Kirche angeblich überfüllt war. "Ich darf nicht zur Sonntagsschule gehen", sagte sie schluchzend zum Pfarrer als dieser an ihr vorbeiging. Angesichts ihrer schäbigen, ungekämmten Erscheinung vermutete der Pfarrer den wahren Grund, warum man sie nicht in die Kirche hineingelassen hatte.