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I was born this way!

I got invited, via Facebook, to attend an "I was born this way" event.  I assume this was borne of the Lady Gaga album, and her invitation to understand that all people are to be accepted just the way they are.  I "think" this is mostly pointed at the acceptance of homosexuals but I'm not really sure.  I read the lyrics, and that seemed to be the general idea.  (Let's just say it wasn't Shakespeare....Perhaps it would have been more clear had I listened to the song?  Perhaps not.)

I don't agree with the "let's just accept everyone the way they are", though.

I mean, really, I'm selfish.  I can hold a grudge, and I can give a tongue-lashing like nobody's business.  It's my nature.  I was born that way.

I realize the concept isn't supposed to be an excuse for bad behavior, but of course, many, many people take it that way.  Watch reality tv:  people doing thoughtless, rude things to others, and proclaiming it is simply their nature, they can't help it, and other people are at fault for not accepting them the way they are.  Huh.  Where I come from, we call that "sin".

The purpose of life is not to simply shrug our shoulders, say "I was born this way" and blunder our way through our lives and the lives of others.  It is to make ourselves better and better the lives of everyone we meet.  How much love are we showing someone when we don't stop them and say,  "You are better than that.  You have potential and gifts and you're not using them.  I believe in you"?  Rather, Gaga would have us say,  "Hey, you're fine just the way you are.   Don't bother trying to change, 'cause it really doesn't matter to me or anyone else." 

"I was born this way" boils down to:  "I don't care".  I don't care about myself, and I don't care about you.  I don't care if either of us improves, changes or dares to make a difference.  Let's just sit here in our own shallow mess, and not care together, shall we?

Maybe I was born this way, but I sure don't want to remain this way.

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  1. I don't think that is where she was going. The things addressed in the song are things that cannot be changed - I realize that you might disagree with that in terms of sexuality - but trust me - if could be prayed or worshipped away, I woud have been straight long ago. I read her message as "God created you. You are beautiful." I certainly don't think it is giving license to be rude or cruel or mean - in fact, it counters the mean, cruel and rude things that glbt youth hear all the time.

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  2. There is however, a difference between behavior and the way one is born. I might be born selfish; I choose to act in a selfish way. That is what I was getting at - perhaps, clumsily!

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  3. I recently listened to these online audio messages addressed to Pope Benedict, essentially saying to him: "You are better than that."

    What I like about these messages is that while it calls him out on his wrongs it also acknowledges his struggle to try and do the right thing.

    Serving God is not the same thing as serving one's superiors, no matter what titles they hold.

    Here are a few excerpts:
    "This switch is why you confessed to a certain Austrian priest that two things weighed on your Soul. One of those events that you told the priest was about your mishandling of the Message of Fatima on June 26, 2000. You confessed to the Austrian priest that in the Fatima situation, quote, “My hand was forced”, unquote.

    My sources inform me that you wanted to reveal both the 4 page text of the vision and the one page of Mary’s prophecy, on June 26, 2000, but that Cardinal Sodano, Vatican Secretary of State, vehemently disagreed with any thought of releasing the prophecy."

    "What has never been released to the public is the fact that in 1978, Pope John Paul I was murdered because he planned to release the truth, as requested in the real 3rd Secret of Fatima."

    The entire series of messages can be found here:

    http://www.merkaba.org/audio/benedict.html

    Best.
    - J

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  4. I thought it was interesting, in the "Glee" episode that featured this song, that one of the characters was struggling with a physical feature (her nose) and another's t-shirt proclaimed "I'm with stupid", accompanied by an arrow pointing to his crotch. The implication of course was that he was ruled by his sexual urges, and oh well, "I was born that way". Everything we are "born with" is not equal, I think.

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