40 QUESTIONS FOR CHRISTIANS NOW WAVING RAINBOW FLAGS

For evangelicals who lament last Friday’s Supreme Court decision, it’s been a hard few days. We aren’t asking for emotional pity, nor do I suspect many people are eager to give us any. Our pain is not sacred. Making legal and theological decisions based on what makes people feel better is part of what got us into this mess in the first place. Nevertheless, it still hurts.

There are many reasons for our lamentation, from fear that religious liberties will be taken away to worries about social ostracism and cultural marginalization. But of all the things that grieve us, perhaps what’s been most difficult is seeing some of our friends, some of our family members, and some of the folks we’ve sat next to in church giving their hearty “Amen” to a practice we still think is a sin and a decision we think is bad for our country. It’s one thing for the whole nation to throw a party we can’t in good conscience attend. It’s quite another to look around for friendly faces to remind us we’re not alone and then find that they are out there jamming on the dance floor. We thought the rainbow was God’s sign (Gen. 9:8-17).

If you consider yourself a Bible-believing Christian, a follower of Jesus whose chief aim is to glorify God and enjoy him forever, there are important questions I hope you will consider before picking up your flag and cheering on the sexual revolution. These questions aren’t meant to be snarky or merely rhetorical. They are sincere, if pointed, questions that I hope will cause my brothers and sisters with the new rainbow themed avatars to slow down and think about the flag you’re flying.

The ultimate cause of death, perversion and every misery, is sin, i.e. the rejection of God.

One perversion helps another along, as there is a kind of "solidarity in sin."

I think we're both agreed on that.

One editorialist writes:... “How can (homosexual) people be happy when they’re persistently ‘deceiving themselves’, believing that it is just as natural for sperm to swim into feces as it is to swim into eggs?”

Or as natural as it is for sperm to swim into latex or spermicidal foam? ;-)

When I was a young sinner (and unmarried) I remember feeling angry and discontented at my various contraceptive options. I drew a garish cartoon of the female reproductive tract with a time-bomb in the uterus, barbed wire across the cervix, poison gas wafting through the fallopian tubes, various jams and jellies jammed here and there, --- and the solemn old self-evident feminist motto "My body is myself" came back to me.

The thought occurred to me, "Why am I doing this to myself? Why am I putting stuff in my body I wouldn't put in my compost pile? Who is the "enemy" against whom I am urged to use all this chemical warfare: my own internal wet wonderland, which ought to be kept as pristine as any of the waterways of the world?? My own clever, cunning and ingenious sexual anatomy, which is just fine and functional, thank you, but here I'm trying to sabotage it? My potential fair children?

I think it was a hearty appreciation of my own embodied self, and a whiff of disgust against contraception, that helped turn me away from superficial passing-fancy sex and turned me toward the Almighty and His designs.

God my Savior! Funny how grace uses anything.

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True!

True!

A thousand times True!