(Ugh. Even the title stirs up anger. As if “Christian” and “Gay Boy Scout” have to be separate.)
Reading these blogs reminded me of the internal hatred I felt at the end of last year when a family left our church and I learned the reason behind it. I know – Christians aren’t supposed to hate – but I have no other word to describe the torment in my heart.
Because I didn’t want to hurt feelings, I wrote about my anger but didn’t share it on my blog. Instead I left it under my profile page over at BlogHer. Now, though, it’s time to share it with you.
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I want to tell you about a married couple who attend my church. Well, it’s not actually “my” church. It’s their church, too. And the guy sitting next to me’s church. And that family in the 2nd row’s church.
Some people are leaving the church because this couple looks different from what they are used to. And it makes them uncomfortable.
I love our church. I am 100% behind our mission to serve the community around us. In fact, I made it my goal last year to do just that on a weekly basis. I’m not sure I would conjured the motivation had it not been for our church.
I believe all who are part of our mission are those with whom I want to worship. I don’t care how tall you are, what color you are, or what your sexual preference is. If you care about the community and loving others, I want to worship Jesus with you.
A few church go-ers think this particular couple is living in sin. Those church members are choosing to leave the church because of it. Even though I DO NOT BELIEVE this couple’s loving, caring, marital relationship is sinful, I’m feeling the need to confess my own sins.
Now anyone who wants to leave our church should blame it on not wanting to worship with a sinner like me.
The following are a few of my sins:
My husband and I lived together before marriage.
I gossip. Not as much as in high school. But I do.
I lie. I once told my eldest that geckos don’t like carpet just so she’d go to sleep in the upstairs bedroom while we were in Hawaii.
I have other idols. One is a rodent who is my size and takes a ton of my money. I have his picture tattooed on my ankle.
I use the Lord’s name in vain. OMG. See?
I have gone so many weeks without a true Sabbath I don’t even remember what real rest feels like.
I don’t know that I’ve ever honored Commandment #5. Go ahead. Ask my parents.
And coveting? Oh man! How come I can’t have money/cars/a house on the lake/kids that don’t talk back/spouse who never argues/domestic help like that woman over there?
I am a sinner. You want to leave our church? Do so because of me. Not because of two other people who committed themselves to loving each other.
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I don’t know the writer at The Registered Runaway, but I pray for the day God-fearing brothers and sisters will accept his whole self. I do know the couple at my church and I pray for the day they can enter any church sanctuary and not feel judged.
When will we stop playing God and love each other because of who our true God created us to be?