As usual, I'm depressed about the state of the church and consternated as a result of the lack of Christian-ness I see in Christianity. The latest thing to bother me (or at least the latest thing that both bothers me and seems vaguely blogworthy) is the church's treatment of both homosexuals and homosexual believers. The dearth of love, charity, and mercy I see coming from the body of Christ seems at odds with the preponderance of love, charity, and mercy I see exuded from the heart of Christ.
Not only do we have the rampant and evident disdain/hate poured out from fringe groups like godhatesfagsDOTcom and the still-fringe-yet-not-so-fringe-as-they-might-be Religious Rightifiers such as Dobson and Falwell), but the average evangelical/Reformed protestant is just as intolerant - only less apoplectic about it. Just some everyday examples to bolster my point:
- Heard thoughts on a just-seen movie: "Oh, it was pretty good - except one of the main characters was gay."
- Heard why someone won't see a particular movie: "Nah, Ian McKellen is a flamer - that's just gross."
- Heard the reason someone doesn't wish to shop at the only adequate art supply store in South Orange County: "Yeah, right I'm gonna shop there. Everybody's gay."
- Heard of someone's eternal state: "No, he's not a Christian - he's gay."
I mean, these are just a couple examples in a panoply of such anecdotes. These little snippets are fraughting throughout the moments that make up my day. And they embarrass me.
And I think I'd be on safe ground betting that they also embarrass our Christ.
The most common defense I've heard of this sort of mind-set or behaviour is that we - as believers, as the made-righteous - ought to be disgusted by the corruption of sin. And yes, I agree. Sin should always be revulsive to us, yet how often do we hear someone say things like, "Well, it was a pretty good movie - except one of the main characters was lazy." Or "Well, I would shop there, but all the employees are materialistic." Or "Nope. He's not a Christian - he over eats."
I'm not sure the exact source of the problem, why we as a Christian culture have decided to demonize one sin (and those struck along that particular bent) above and beyond others. But I do know that many of us have no problem with rooting for the gunfighter who is motivated by greed and revenge in a film that is a glorification of greed and revenge (a la The Good, the Bad, and the Ugly), yet we get all weirded out by God's and Monsters (about a young man who befriends an aging film director who swings the other way). I don't know what the answer is, but I know our collective hypocrisy does damage to our witness.
And which of us are without sin, really? One the one hand, if we are redeemed and have victory over sin, we should still be sane enough to look back, remember the circumstances from which we have come and regard with gentle concern and appreciation the struggles with which others wrestle. And on the other, how many of us still struggle with sins that were abiding with us even back before we were converted of hearts and minds? For every example of a Christian who was able to quit drug use cold-turkey without the slightest hint of a further desire, there are five who though free from the stuff, still live with that particular monkey on their shoulder day-in and day-out. It's the same with sex, sloth, anger, hate, gluttony, pride, greed, and gossip. There are believers whom God has ordained to struggle with a particular sin for all their earthly days. So why is it so difficult for us to believe that a real Christian can't be homosexually oriented, struggling in the midst of their chastity?
And in the end, is the buoyant gay neighbor any worse that the friendly and patriotic agnostic neighbor who likes to believe that all religions hold a little bit of truth. Many of us are happy to hold a neighborly conversation with the agnostic neighbor but are self-conscious and weirded out by the idea of actually being friendly with the nice guy next door with the slightly funny lisp.
This needs to stop. There is so little of Christ in us in these moments. So little love. So little charity. So little memory of just what we were saved from. So little of the Great Commission spirit in us.
If you're one of the ones who really has a difficult time imagining not retching at the idea of enjoying a movie with a gay hero or shopping in a store with a lisping, pretty man, I highly recommend browsing some of the writings of Misty Irons and her collection of thoughts: Musings on Christianity, Homosexuality, and the Bible. And please, do so with a compassionate heart, remembering what Christ did for you. I've found them to be almost universally helpful on these matters. Her honesty with regard to her own feeling is disarming as well. And, yes, she (and her husband) has taken a lot of flack for her compassion from those who can't help but continue to hate (ironic that they should sin so boldly in their condemnation of sin).