Confession: I think we are prejudiced against homosexuals in the Christian community.
I don’t intend to preach to the choir, delving into the ethics of this lifestyle. I and at least 99.999% of my readers will agree that Jesus designed a woman for a man, a man for a woman. Homosexuality cuts across his design, and is forbidden in Scripture (see here and here). I believe it to be sin.
I’m not arguing for accepting the lifestyle, for granting marriage rights. I’m not arguing for silence, for winking at wrongdoing. Jesus was a master of scathing words when he needed to be–but most toward religious bigots.
I am arguing for compassion, for charity, for humility. Jesus was a master of these as well.
I’m troubled by our attitude, the way we shudder and mock, the special, snide scorn we reserve for this sin. If I treated Chinese with an equal amount of disgust, or the elderly, or thieves, or fornicators, you’d take me to task. Yet Ryan is the first person who told me that oh sick is not an appropriate initial response to homosexuality.
Since when is it acceptable to treat sinners like the scum of the earth? Am I free of sin, that I may throw stones?
I posted these thoughts this afternoon, then went to church and sang this song with my community–blessed words, capturing so well what I feel. I decided to add them here.
There is a fountain filled with blood drawn from Immanuel’s veins
And sinners, washing in that flood lose all their guilty stains
The dying thief rejoiced to see that fountain in his day
And there may I, though vile as he, wash all my sins away
E’re since by faith I saw the stream Thy flowing wounds supply
Redeeming love has been my theme, and shall be till I die
And when this feeble faltering tongue lies silent in the grave
Then in a nobler, sweeter song I’ll sing thy power to save.
William Cowper, 1731-1800