I Finally Understood What It Feels Like To Be A White Male
Recently, I wrote an article about my personal feelings about the mocking of Christians that took place during the Easter holiday.
Easter is one of my favorite holidays. From the resurrection of Jesus Christ, which means our sins are forgiven, to the so-called pagan traditions like pastel eggs, giant bunnies, chocolates, gift baskets, and the church pageantry of Easter hats, hairdos, and frilly new dresses. (Yes, I do understand what’s meant when it’s said that Easter is pagan, and that’s it’s about other things.)
I should clarify. My feelings are twofold. While I feel mocked and ridiculed as a Christian (as if there’s something wrong with believing in God (because he’s supernatural) and in the historicity of the Bible, I also feel a certain way (pain, anger) when God is ridiculed. This is because I believe in God and that he died for not just me, but you too.
Either way, I was caught off guard by the responses to my article, in which I basically said we should be respectful and tolerant of all people and religions — including…
