Yesterday upon the stair
I met a man who wasn’t there
He wasn’t there again today
I wish, I wish he’d go away.
Disturbed that he did not exist
I punched him with an angry fist
So from this day my guilt I’ll bear
For striking him who wasn’t there.*
I have just now punched someone who isn’t here, right here near my desk, where I’m working entirely alone. I did it to test my guilt response. Nothing. Is there something wrong with me?
Proponents of same-sex “marriage” (SSM) tell us their view of marriage is a matter of civil rights, and that those who would deny marriage to gays are bigoted, prejudiced, intolerant, and on and on. It’s serious sin, and we bear serious guilt for committing it….
*(The first verse is from “Antigonish” by Hughes Mearns, 1899. The second verse is my own.)