Friday June 26th, my news feed filled up with posts about the States legalizing gay marriages. Thankfully, I saw more positive posts. But as I read the comments, I was overwhelmed by the negativity.
Whenever I talk to my friends about the persecution of homosexuals, they always blame the evangelist Christians—those radical Christians who take the Bible too literally and are always imposing their beliefs on others. I rarely tell them that I consider myself an evangelical Christian. Not because I’m embarrassed but because I don’t think they will hear my story at that time. But I love when it comes out and I can see them coming to terms with all their judgements about “those type of Christians”.
Unfortunately, there are those that choose to perpetuate the stereotypes.
The most painful comment I saw on Friday was “Homosexuality is not love… love is love”.
Love is not defined by the people involved—it is defined by its characteristics. “Love is patient and kind. Love is not jealous or boastful or proud or rude. It does not demand its own way. It is not irritable, and it keeps no record of being wronged. It does not rejoice about injustice but rejoices whenever the truth wins out. Love never gives up, never loses faith, is always hopeful, and endures through every circumstance” (1 Corinthians 13:4-7). Love has nothing to do with gender, race, age, economic status or sexual orientation. Rather, love is not abusive or selfish or unhealthy.
I wonder if the person that wrote that comment could honestly say that they are being loving. Because love is not oppressive.
As a Sunday School teacher, I continuously tell my youth that the Bible is not a book. It cannot be understood reading from cover to cover. Rather, it is an exquisite painting that is intricately woven to depict a very clear picture of love. And much like zooming into just the eye of the Mona Lisa, if you zoom into any one part of the Bible, you’re going to miss the bigger picture.
God’s Word is supposed to bring freedom—it is supposed set people free not hold them captive.
What freedom are we offering to the teenager who has become suicidal for living a lie? What freedom are we offering to that couple who has a beautifully healthy relationship but are afraid of coming together to their work holiday party? What freedom are we offering to that devout Christian who loves and serves their community but doesn’t fit the mold?
And yes, freedom doesn’t mean everyone wins. But freedom does mean #lovewins