Sometimes at night, when I look to the sky,
I start thinking of you and then ask myself, why?
Why do I love you? I think and smile,
because I know the list could run on for miles.
The whisper of your voice, the warmth of your touch,
so many little things that make me love you so much.
The way you support me, and help with my emotions,
the way that you care and show such devotion.
The way that your kiss, fills me with desire,
and how you hold me with the warmth of a blazing fire.
The way your eyes shine when you look at me,
lost with you forever is where I want to be.
The way that I feel when you're by my side,
a sense of completion and overflowing pride.
The dreams that I dream, that all involve you,
the possibilities I see and the things we can do.
How you finish the puzzle that lies inside my heart,
how that deep in my soul, you are the most important part.
I could go on for days, telling of what I feel,
but all you really must know is my love for you is real.

Perhaps that question should read "can you be a Christian and a Goth?"

There are many sincere Christians who would say NO! They are sincere, but they are sincerely wrong.

They genuinely believe that to be a Christian, you should want to live in a million dollar home, have 4.5 children, drive a Lexus and wear an Armani suit. Their response to the way you look is based on their own culture -- a culture that in no way reflects true America, or the Gospel. It is based on religious racism -- "You can't be a Christian because you don't look like me." This they genuinely believe because most of them grew up in churches and all they saw were mirrors of themselves. Since this is how all of them and their friends look, they believe that all Christians should look and act and be this way.

In the immortal words of Robert Ripley -- "Don't you believe it!"

Nowhere does God command that a Christian look and live like this. In fact, what the Bible says about the Christian life is far closer to Goth culture than our typical American middle class culture.

A Goth is not just someone who wears black. Johnny Cash wore black, and he was a rockabilly.

A Goth is not just someone who likes skulls. Pirates liked skulls.

A Goth is not just someone with a morbid fascination with death. The local mortician has a fascination with death, and usually they qualify as geeks.

A Goth is someone with a transendent soul; someone who is in touch with her own heart. She knows life sucks. She knows her life is a walk upon the edge of a knife blade. She knows that one drunk driver, one gunshot, one fight between her parents, and it's all over. She knows her heart and she knows the pain that is in there. And she has the courage and knowledge to admit it.

A Goth is someone who wears this pain on the outside, letting the world know that she has been kicked, mained, crippled, but she still stands. She still walks, each step reminding her of the blow that felled her, the parent who left her, the so-called friend who betrayed her. She cries at the falling of a rose petal, for it reminds her of her own mortality, her own fading beauty that no one sees or appreciates. Yet she goes on, enshrining that rose petal in another tattoo. She knows the horror of her father not coming home, so she pierces her lip to remind herself of her loss -- this ring is for you, Dad.

A Goth is someone who believes he will not live much longer. He knows the frailty of his own soul, that he cannot withstand the consumerism and competition that life demands. He cannot possibly hope to be better than the other 10,000 people applying for the same position, so he doesn't try. He was born dead. His body just doesn't know it yet. He knows that life and all it has to offer will kill him -- the materialism, the agendas of others, the cold heartlessness of Wall Street, the hell-bent mentality of a nation that must go to war. So he prepares himself for his own funeral, now, while he's alive to enjoy his own wake. He embalms himself, dresses in his funereal finery and sets out how he wants to be remembered, knowing that no one will do it for him once he's actually dead. Mom and Dad don't care for him while he's alive -- all they do is throw another Playstation at him, another wad of cash, but no hugs, no true "I love you's". So why should they care when he's dead? Maybe his few friends will care and help him celebrate his meaningless life and death now.

A Goth is someone who is ruled by her heart, not her mind, not her wallet, not her culture. She does not know that she can only find happiness in being a wife and mother -- she doesn't believe that. She doesn't know that she can only find happiness in being beautiful and owning a BMW and having a MBA -- she doesn't believe that. She believes her heart. And her heart tells her not the way things are, but the way things ought to be, and can never be, because the ones who make the rules will not let them be. And that bre

THE WAGES OF SIN SHALL ARIVE,
THE SUFFERING OF JESUS' SOUL, IT CANNOT DEPRIVE.
39 LASHES WITH A NINE-TAIL,
I WISH HIS PAIN WAS ALL A FAIRY-TAIL.
'FATHER, MY HEART IS READY'.
BUT HIS SOUL IS FAR FROM STEADY.
WITH HIS PRECIOUS BLOOD FLOWING AWAY,
HE KNOWS THE CROSS IS THE ONLY WAY.
EVERY MOUTH THAT CURSED US,
EVERY FIST THAT HIT US,
EVERY BODY THAT RAPED US,
EVERY BLADE THAT MURDERED US,
EVERY TIME WE CURSED,
EVERY TIME WE PUNCHED,
EVERY TIME WE RAPED,
EVERY TIME WE MURDERED,
HE HAS FREED US FROM THE BURDEN OF HELL TO COME,
BUT SADELY FOR HIM, THE WORST IS YET TO COME.
NAILED TO THE CROSS OF AN OAK TREE,
HOW COLD AND AFRAID HE MUST BE.
FROM JESUS, GOD HAS TURNED HIS EYE.
'ELOI, ELOI, LAMA SABACHTHANI?'
'MY GOD, MY GOD, WHY HAVE YOU FORSAKEN ME?'
HE CANT LOOK AT HIS OWN SON,
TO DESERVE THAT, WHAT COULD HE HAVE DONE?
IN HIS WORDS, 'MY PRESIOUS SON, THIS HURTS ME MORE THAN YOU KNOW.
IT HURTS ME MORE THAN YOUR WOUNDS CAN SHOW.'
'IT IS FINNISHED!' WITH DISBELIEF.
AND WITH A SIGH OF RELIEF.
'FATHER, INTO YOUR HANDS I COMMAND MY SPIRIT.'
HIS LAST BREATH TILL HE SHALL RISE.
ITS DEFEAT TO THE FATHER OF LIES.
RESTED IS THE SOUL OF JESUS CHRIST AT THE RIGHT HAND OF GOD.
TILL HE COME AGAIN.
AMEN.



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