I am not a Christian. I only have a Christian background.
But not all of Christianity would necessarily condemn this site. Not all Christians are the same. On one end of the spectrum are the fundamentalist types who believe that the Bible is the literal truth and hold to very conservative beliefs, and these are the people who try to get evolution kicked out of the classroom.
On the other end you have the more liberal variety who will actually admit that the Bible is fallible (it has typographical errors, inconsistencies and mistakes in it!) and consider the creation story to be not necessarily a literal truth, and not necessarily in conflict with science.
Jesus himself did not condemn the woman caught in adultery, and he was silent on the subject of homosexuality. Christians who support gay marriage are fast to point that out, and they are correct.
So I'm not sure that being a Christian means that one can't be here. A lot may depend on the type of faith and the personal honesty level. I mean, lying to your spouse about your interests probably would be a sin all by itself.
But if one is open and honest about it and not lying to anyone plus the spouse, if there is one, is comfortable with it...is that a sin?
Probably not. WAM doesn't actually hurt people.
I'm not a Christian but it isn't anything I chose. It's a bit like this:
You look out the window and there's a park across the street, and facing you is a bench.
Christians all tell me that they do in fact believe that somebody is sitting on that bench. They either tell me that they've seen him, or they say he's really there even though they never actually see him. They're always talking to this guy on the park bench but I don't see any guy on the bench.
And they all tell me that when they talk to this guy, they get answers! Some of them tell me they hear something for real, and others simply interpret a sequence of events that follows a prayer as an answer to that prayer.
They even tell me that they have a close, loving relationship with that guy on the bench!
But me?
No matter what they tell me about this guy on the bench, I still never see anybody sitting there. There's nothing to stop me from talking to him anyway, but really, it's like talking to a wall. And I never get anything back that I can call an answer nor does it feel like anyone's listening.
There is simply nobody sitting on that park bench. Not a real guy, not a ghost of a guy, not the spirit of the guy. I'm not refusing to see that guy. I can't point to any deep, hidden emotional reason inside me that would explain why I would avoid that guy.
Hey...there have been times when it would be wonderful to see that guy on the bench! When there's a death in the family, it'd be mighty nice to have that guy tell me for sure that my loved one has gone on to a better place.
It makes no difference what I want at all. He's not there, never has been, no matter what's gone on in my life, good or bad; by now I don't think I will ever figure out a way to see that mysterious guy on the park bench.
And that's it. That's all there is. That's why I'm not a Christian.
Nessie