I’M TIRED OF THIS REDUNDANCY | July 8, 2004
Dear Dominic,
What a typical, current cop-out! “Using religion in the name of hate.” What trash! Many homosexuals hate because they are in the grip of Satan. They hate God because he won’t validate their perversions. If the Church continues to coddle homosexuals, it will collapse. You are breaking God’s laws and living in mortal sin and that, Dominic, is a reality you won’t accept! You can not love God and break His laws. Anyone who condones your sexual activity is a weakling and an accomplice to your sin.
I never wanted to cut the cords. You have forced me to choose. I have no hate for you, but I hate the evil of homosexuality that enslaves you. We are called to emulate and follow Jesus Christ. In the parable of the Prodigal Son, the father did not go chasing after his errant son; he allowed him to wallow with the pigs. It was only after the son repented and renounced his filthy lifestyle that the father ran out to meet him. I intend to do exactly the same.
I’m tired of this redundancy! I will not allow you or “S” to further hurt us and keep us on an endless roller coaster ride of false hopes. How evil of you!
Do not send me any of your nonsense memoirs! You are trying to psychologically and emotionally torture me and I will not allow it. The past is dead. You destroyed it long ago whenever you started on your road to your despicable sexuality.
Oh, yes! You know I love you! And you’ve tried to use my love for you to get your own way. Well, you can stop the crap! Just like “S”, who says one thing and does another.
Nothing and no one will separate me from my first Love, Jesus! Absolutely no one. I’m so ashamed that my own precious son has so offended Our Lord.
My position is final. Send nothing. If you ever decide to repent and reform your life, I will battle Satan on his own turf for you, but not before I’m sure you are sincere.
I, too, have kept most of your cards and letters. But they will all be destroyed when we die if there has been no reunion. I’m too tired to continue much longer. I am a well run dry—no love from anyone has replenished me, except for the Lord. He is all I thirst for now.
I doubt that we will ever see each other again.
Goodbye,
Mom
ROAMING THE GREENWOOD 