As I pondered the events of yesterday’s equality debates, I remembered my personal history with the gay marriage debate. In 1995 I was planning a commitment ceremony of my own with my partner. Gay marriage at that point was a rarity. My father was the only voice of Christian reason at that point. He counseled me not to go through with the ceremony as it wasn’t in God’s plan for me. At that very moment and for subsequent years after, I hated my father and labelled him ignorant. I couldn’t see his point of view. It didn’t make sense to me, because I was immersed and literally encapsulated in my sin. Years later, I applaud my father for having the guts to represent Jesus to me, while everyone else represented “love” and acceptance, thus signing my spiritual death certificate. The scripture that comes to mind is “Better is open rebuke than hidden love. Wounds from a friend can be trusted, but an enemy multiplies kisses.” (Proverbs 27:5, 6 NIV)
As I see the red equals sign of solidarity go up all over Facebook, I am shocked by some people and not surprised by others. It saddens me for many reasons. I understand the pull of homosexuality all too well. I understand how it can seem genetic, because we’ve been conditioned as young boys by a society tainted with gay ideals. They force the ideal that we are to identify those feelings of being different than other boys to mean we are gay. I believe gay men were born sensitive, artistic and creative and then environmental and developmental factors further alienated these boys to take on a gay identity. Proverbs describes the gay life and the belief that it is genetic best. “There is a way that appears to be right, but in the end it leads to death.” (Proverbs 14:12 NIV). First, I want to be like Jesus to my gay community. He identified all forms of sexual expression outside the union of a man and a woman as sin. Jesus offers forgiveness and deliverance of sin. Second I want to be like my dad, who in the face of losing my respect, told me the truth of God’s word. I’m not someone who was casually gay. I’m not in denial. I’m not wracked with self hatred. I have been delivered from homosexuality and its many promises of “freedom”. I know the truth now. I knew it all along. It just took me a while to act. I know that gay marriage is more of a gateway to bondage than a gateway to freedom and equality. I can’t “love” my gay friends like the rest of the world, because I have experienced the pitfalls that kind of “freedom” brings. I believe in equality for all people, but I won’t stand by preserving my popularity,while good people stumble into satan’s trap. “The path of the righteous is like the morning sun, shining ever brighter till the full light of day. But the way of the wicked is like deep darkness; they do not know what makes them stumble. (Proverbs 4:18, 19 NIV). I have to stand before God and account for my action or inaction. You don’t get in the water and console a drowning victim until they perish, so as not to offend them by saying they can’t swim. You perform a rescue. There are people in the gay community in need of prayer and rescue, not mind boggling, sin enabling “love”. And remember Christians, know your enemy. It’s satan. Not the gay community.