Like, our stance towards exclusionary theology should not be “well actually if we look in the Bible we can see that it never actually forbids being gay,” but instead “how fucking dare you presume to delimit God’s love? What blasphemous arrogance could have possibly led you to where you are? When did you start worshipping your own image in place of the Divine?”
And he looked at the slain, recalling their names. Then suddenly he beheld his sister Éowyn as she lay, and he knew her. He stood a moment as a man who is pierced in the midst of a cry by an arrow through the heart; and then his face went deathly white; and a cold fury rose in him, so that all speech failed him for a while. A fey mood took him.
‘Éowyn, Éowyn!’ he cried at last: ‘Éowyn, how come you here? What madness or devilry is this? Death, death, death! Death take us all!’ . The Return of the King, J. R. R. Tolkien.
