Broken Rainbows

Sigh.
I really would rather not do this. Up to now, this blog has been a largely pleasurable experience. I may have made people mad, but no one has responded with anger in the comments section. I’m afraid that, today, I’m going to cross the line. I’m going to speak out against homosexuality.
Please try not to be upset. Please try to think clearly about what I have to say. Please don’t assume I hate gay people. I don’t. I love gay people so much! I feel so, so bad for the way they are caught in eternally destructive behavior. I feel bad for liars, thieves, murderers, and adulterers. I feel bad for a lot of people. I wish they would be saved and be happy. But I know they are not.
I wish I had gay acquaintances. I want to meet a gay person, tell them about Jesus, and help them get saved. I really want to help people.
Pennsylvania is the latest state to have a defense of marriage law removed by a judge. I’m saddened that the government of Pennsylvania will be conferring the title of “marriage” upon homosexual activity (I’m sorry; I just cannot bring myself to call it a relationship. In the technical sense homosexual people may have a relationship, but relationships are too precious to me to allow them to so degenerate). But I am somewhat comforted that the people or legislature in Pennsylvania voted to define marriage, as I understand, as between one man and one woman.
I am also comforted that the definition of marriage does not change regardless of what judges say. I once heard it explained this way: you cannot change the variables in an equation without changing the result. In other words, as “1+1” and “1+2” do not both equal “2”, so “same-sex+same-sex” and “man+woman” do not both equal “marriage.” It doesn’t matter how many times you call an apple a pear, an apple is still an apple. Regardless of how many times you point upwards, stamp your feet, and shout “down!” gravity will never change directions. Things are what they are, and words mean what they mean. Marriage is one man and one woman.
If you read my posts you know I am a Christian. The Bible has some pretty harsh words for homosexual activity. Read the first couple of chapters of Romans for yourself. You can find a KJV book of Romans for free online right here: http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Romans+1&version=KJV.
I know beyond a shadow of a doubt gay people aren’t going to heaven. That’s why I am so sad. I feel so sad for gay people like I feel sad for tadpoles in a pool much too shallow. Unless God sends rain, they are going to die.
I say again, I don’t hate gay people. If I had a gay acquaintance, I would have him or her over to the house for supper. I would love to have a gay friend, so maybe we could have a close enough relationship for him or her to listen to me when I told them about Jesus. I am disgusted by what they do. It’s not natural, it’s not good, it hurts the kids they adopt. But I don’t hate them. I love them. I am anxiously looking to the sky, hoping God is about to send rain.
Gay people need their sins washed away just like I did. Jesus’ blood washes away homosexuality just like it washed away my lying, lust, and selfishness. God sent his Son for people like that – and for people like me. Jesus spurned his culture by eating with the lowest sinners in his culture. He even let them touch him. So if hate speech suddenly comes pouring into my comments section, so be it. I don’t apologize for my disgust for homosexual activity, but I’m not afraid of gay people. I’m afraid for them. I don’t want them to go to hell. Neither does Jesus.

“And one of the Pharisees desired him (Jesus) that he would eat with him. And he went into the Pharisee’s house, and sat down to meat. And, behold, a woman in the city, which was a sinner, when she knew that Jesus sat at meat in the Pharisee’s house, brought an alabaster box of ointment, and stood at his feet behind him weeping, and began to wash his feet with tears, and did wipe them with the hairs of her head, and kissed his feet, and anointed them with the ointment. Now when the Pharisee which had bidden him saw it, he spake within himself, saying,

‘This man, if he were a prophet, would have known who and what manner of woman this is that toucheth him: for she is a sinner’. . . And he (Jesus) turned to the woman, and said unto (the Pharisee),

“Seest thou this woman? I entered into thine house, thou gavest me no water for my feet: but she hath washed my feet with tears, and wiped them with the hairs of her head. Thou gavest me no kiss: but this woman since the time I came in hath not ceased to kiss my feet. My head with oil thou didst not anoint: but this woman hath anointed my feet with ointment. Wherefore I say unto thee, Her sins, which are many, are forgiven; for she loved much: but to whom little is forgiven, the same loveth little . . .
And he said unto her, Thy sins are forgiven . . . Thy faith hath saved thee; go in peace.'”
Lule 7: 36-50