A few weeks ago, I responded to an article in our local newspaper that suggested that the loving thing to do is to embrace others who choose to pursue same-sex marriage. I thought it was going to be kept behind a pay-wall, but apparently, it is available online now. It’s entitled “Current debate not about sex, but following Scripture.” Here’s how it begins:
I don’t consider myself a person of faith. Maybe you can relate.
I grew up in the 1980s in a fairly typical home. When I was a kid, my parents didn’t read much of the Bible to me. And when they occasionally went to church, I slept in.
As I grew older, I thought my parents’ views on sex rather prudish: “Waiting to have sex until marriage. Ha! That was good for them, but not for me.”
As a teenager, I thought that a “committed relationship” was enough to rent a room on prom night. By high school, pornography had inflamed my lust.
As for homosexuality, I was too intoxicated with my own lusts to really care about that topic. In the mid-’90s, the mantra was “don’t ask, don’t tell.” I was happy to ignore the whole thing because I was living for me.
I didn’t care about politics—or preachers. I just wanted what I wanted, and cared little what people of faith had to say about sex.
Strangely enough, that all changed when Jesus Christ saved me from my empty hedonism.
You can read the rest of it at the Columbus Republic. And yes, I do explain my first line by the end.
Soli Deo Gloria, dss