"God refers to turning certain people over to a reprobate mind, a physical change to the brain, where men lust for men and their women lust for other women receiving into ....."
There may very well a change in the brain...I was reading where the types of raw sex that homosexuals practise have induced hypothalmic changes similar to the way cocaine acts on the brain.
The pleasure sensors there in conjunction with the mental imprinting that occurs prefrontally(you get mentally programmed to only enjoying the actual style of sex that got you into trouble in the first place)literally locks a person's thinking into a pattern that becomes almost impossible save for God's grace and extreme fear of death and hell to break out of!
Homosexual sex is like cocaine addiction in its power to keep a person trapped in a spiraling downward path of depression and internal self revulsion, contrasted with increased outward disdain for anything good or spiritual!
The good news is that it does seem possible for homosexuals and lesbians to break the hold of sexual addiction thru God's grace. Many of them have had their sexual orientations healed and have married and have wonderful families. Some of them simply, hold their own thru the power of the cross and don't fullfill the urges of their flesh any longer. After all the memories, much like Paul's thorn of the flesh, will linger and the evil one will rub salt into the wounds on occasion...just to test!
"The good news is that it does seem possible for homosexuals and lesbians to break the hold of sexual addiction thru God's grace."
Yes! It's the only way to freedom, since the secular psychological establishment ahs retreated and collapsed in the face of the vast forces of the neo-pagan sensualists.
I believe in redemption if the person wants it more terribly than wealth. I treat both hetero and homosexual with respect and willingness to live and let live, unless or until the person shows me a bad side to their personality then I'll quietly move on.
Once I came home from work, dead tired, only to greet two very muscular, large black men and their wives in my front yard. They were angry that my son had chased their children.
Here comes my gay neighbor swishing across the street in his flip flops and firmly plants his skinny frame between me and the men. Turns out my son was chasing their boys because he had just witnessed them steal a neighbors two scooters.
I mean here my gay neighbor was ready to go to the ground for me, and I had avoided ever meeting him. We are friends now, since my husband died he has insisted I keep busy, and last night, finding me in my usual depression tears, he insisted we decorate my yard for Christmas.
So we and my next door neighbors were out until midnight putting up my Christmas lawn decorations. You talk about an eye for design, he makes a great designer, and I acutally had fun for the first time in a long time, even though it was sprinkling rain.
When someone shows me that much love and caring, that is what they are going to get back from me, I can't help it.