"I didn't think it could be 'til it happened to me." Andrae Crouch
I love that song. If you've never heard it before, take a few minutes and listen to it. It will encourage your heart. Listen here.
It's a song about the power of the Gospel and its ability to transform a life. Many don't believe it. They don't think the Spirit of God can radically transform a heart. I used to think that as well...until it happened to me.
I just returned home with a group of hearty men from witnessing at the Homosexual Pride Parade in Springfield, Missouri. As usual, I was heartbroken by the age of those who have been captured by the "lifestyle." Take a look at these photos. Notice the young souls parading their sin in the public streets. It would have been better for these adults had they been drowned with a millstone around their necks than mislead one of these little ones.
These two pictures, in particular, broke my heart. These are somebody's daughters. I wonder if their Mom's and Dad's hearts' are broken too.
When we returned, I posted some of these images on my Facebook page. My intent was to prick the hearts of people to action. Homosexuality is gobbling up our young kids. There is nothing "gay" about it. They are being lured into a self-destructive behavior because they have bought the lie that homosexuality is normal. It isn't. It is deviant. Someone needs to tell them, help them, and lead them to the truth. Our churches have turned a blind eye.
You need to take a moment and visit my Facebook page and read the comments under the pictures. It never fails that our greatest critics are the "who-are-you-to-judge-Christians" who think speaking the truth to sinners is hate. The fruit of the public schools is on display for all to see. Very few Christians, especially under the age of 30, think that homosexuality is a sin, or they believe that all sins are the same. If all sins were the same, why are there different penalties for more egregious sins? Why is murder a death penalty but lying ignored? If all sins were the same, shouldn't all liars get the death penalty?
All sins separate us from God, yet not all sins are equal. The "all sins are equal" doctrine is one of the deadly teachings of modern evangelicalism. At the current rate, it won't be long before pedophilia is no longer verboten.
"No way, Coach" you say. "We have to draw the line when it comes to children."
Really? What if your school starts teaching the children that homosexuality is normal? Will you react the same way that you have reacted to the normalization of homosexuality? "Who are you to judge," they tell us. Who are you to tell a pedophile who claims that he was "born that way" that his sin is vile? If you won't judge the man who wants to have anal sex with another man, why would you judge the man who wants to have sex with a little girl or boy?
I have, on occasion, pointed out to some of our homo-citizens that pedophilia is the next "civil rights" issue. This makes them bristle. How dare I compare their sin to a pedophile's sin? The gay sinner is "born that way" while the pedophile sinner is sick. What they don't understand is that all sin is a symptom of a separation from Christ. Apart from Christ, all sinners...hetero and homo...have the wrath of God abiding on them. Shouldn't someone tell them?
So here's where I'm heading with this story. What is our obligation to the lost sinner? Are we to "love them in their sin," or love them enough to tell them the truth about their sin?
"Love the sinner, hate the sin, Brother Dave," most Christians tell me. Except that is a lie. "God hates all workers of iniquity." It is the sinner He hates...not just the sin. It is the soul...the sinner and not the sin...that gets cast into the lake of fire.
Although male-on-male sex was not my personal sin of choice, my appetite for other sins was insatiable. I used to hate guys like me...those "religious" folks who were always warning me about hell. I couldn't figure out why they didn't just leave me alone and let me live my own life the way I wanted. I was a "good" person. I "believed" in God. I was raised in church. I prayed before my meals. I didn't judge people.
But one day a man told me the truth about my sinful condition. He explained that apart from God, I was doomed to an eternal hell. He told me that Christ died so that my sins could be forgiven and that I could live a life free from the bondage of sin. He offered me a way out of my drinking and carousing. He threw me a lifeline. He told me that my job was to help lead people to the Light. He told me that Jesus could change my life.
There were no churches at the Homo Pride Parade in Springfield, Missouri. If we had not gone, there would have been no witness to the life-changing power of Jesus. We were there to tell them that there is a way out.
Why does what we do seem so unloving to so many? Didn't Jesus exhort us to "Go ye into all the world"? Doesn't the Scripture prod us to "Preach the Word....reprove, rebuke, and exhort...?" Why do we spend thousands of dollars on foreign mission trips when the public square right in our own hometown is lined with profoundly lost people? Why are we afraid to extend the hand of mercy to the child of some heartbroken parent who is desperately crying for someone to reach his or her child?
What if we are the answer to that parent's prayer? What if we hold the key to unlocking the prison that their child is trapped in? What if our willingness to lay down our lives is the conduit through which the Holy Spirit flows? What if the Gospel still has the power to change lives? I am so glad my friend told me the truth.
If we won't go, who will? If we don't tell them, how will they hear?
Would Jesus go to a homosexual parade?
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