I was raised by a gentle christian who taught me that God's gift to us is his perfect love. She taught me to look for his hand in all things, and not to pester him about correcting my mistakes in judgment with divine intervention. She made it very clear that to a guy as busy as God, he had better things to do than contend with my mundanenss. She also taught me to see God's face in all living things. To her, the word "christian" was a verb, not a noun. She taught me to begin all prayers as praise and thanksgiving. God was to be worshipped and glorified, not treated like an answer machine where you could leave lists. Yeah, I'm talking about my grandmother again.
As I opened myself up to the universe, I began to understand that Jesus Christ was teaching us techniques by which to live better, and how to be more fulfilled as spiritual beings. "The Kingdom of God is at hand," he said. It is here, it is now. Be here now.
When I encounter the hate and meanness of some Christians towards me as a fellow human being because they imagine that I am less than they because of my freedom of affection, and as I listen to them villify me as being unworthy of God's grace for a circumstance of my humanity, I wonder how they could have taken so wrong a turn in their understanding of Christ's teaching? I leave them (and you) with a quote by Saul of Tarsus who, upon being enlightened changed his name to Paul (I so totally understand), "By the grace of God, I am what I am: and His grace which was bestowed on me was not in vain." 1 Corinthians 15:10