I feel like I’ve backed myself into a corner. I feel like I’ve created a monster, wherein I casually debate hot button or controversial issues on this blog, and thus people are expecting me to feed that monster. Truth be told, I don’t want to feed it. I want it to slither back into its cave and leave me alone.
But it’s not going anywhere.
I’ve debated in my mind over and over again about how, and if, I should address the issue of homosexuality and gay marriage on this blog. I’ve had people write me and ask that I do. I have friends, whom I love, that daily struggle with this issue in personal and profound ways.
My knee-jerk reaction has been to write a divisive, controversial, button-pushing post on the subject, clearly articulating my views, and simultaneously pulverizing the opposition. I felt certain that if I did, it would cause a ruckus, but I felt ready for that response…or so I thought.
Thankfully, in the midst of feeling the need to respond to this news article, or that court decision, this legislative act, or that blog post, I stopped and did the one thing that always makes things clear…
And God spoke. He told me exactly what I was to do and exactly what I wasn’t to do.
And wouldn’t you know God did not want me to engage in a cultural debate, at least not in the way I had assumed. He did not want me to “set the record straight,” interject my opinion, stir the pot, or be just another voice clamoring to be heard amid the deafening noise.
So I listened, and this is where I’ve landed, somewhere between grief and frustration. I find myself brokenhearted, physically wracked inside over the “gay debate” raging within the church-feeling ill about the way in which homosexuality is discussed, handled, mishandled, twisted, and abused by all sides.
I find myself sifting through different emotions day after day, only to discover one thing is still true. One thing is still right. One Person is still the only voice I should be straining to hear…
It harkens back to the post I wrote about Mark Driscoll a while ago. Yes, I came to Driscoll’s defense, not because I agree with him on everything or because I even really like the guy, but because he is, despite what others would have you believe, my brother in Christ.