I believe a large – maybe even the greatest – part of our problems, as humans, stems from pride. We, because of the great things – in our little scale – that we can accomplish, convince ourselves that we can do anything. For example, we convinced ourselves (in the 1800’s) that we have the power to remake Earth in our own designs. Never mind that no one has ever rerouted a hurricane or either halted or deliberately created a tornado (or tsunami, or volcanic eruption, or major earthquake…). Eventually, we’ll get there, right? It’s just a question of the technology.
Sure. Meanwhile, millions of rocks the size of our own planet hurtle through space, most of them unbound by such trifles as orbits. Dozens of objects each year, ranging from the size of television sets to studio apartments, enter our atmosphere, but we have no plans capable of dealing with rocks bigger than my house. “It’s just a matter of time,” we say.
This requires some convenient fictions. One such fiction is that we are even capable of controlling our own current powers, much less hypothetical future powers. All of our jerry-rigged, lowest-bidder-built, Cold War systems are still functional enough to set us back by thousands of years, not in an all-out global war, but in a computer glitch. All those codes the President has in the “football” briefcase? Those are for humans, not computers. The right power surge, at the right time, or any two klutzes with keys during a drill, could accidentally start World War III. Remember, most of our missile technology was put together in the forties through sixties.
Enter the Episcopal Church, the American branch of the Worldwide Anglican Communion, or Church of England. If you’ve been living in a cave, the church, today, approved its first openly gay bishop, Gene Robinson. The final vote had to be delayed for twenty-four hours, due to (unfounded) reports of Robinson’s involvement with a pornographic gay website and “inappropriate behavior” towards other men. Now, the way I saw this, “inappropriate behavior,” as laid out in Romans 1, was the whole problem here, to start with. Taking into consideration that (a) homosexuality destroys lives physically and emotionally – I’ve seen this happen – (b) homosexuality seems wrong to most folks, intuitively, because it is not, has never been, and will never be natural (even evolutionists can’t explain an advantage to this), (c) an overwhelming majority (well into the nineties, in percentage terms) of gay men were either abused by men as children or raised themselves by a gay parent, etc, we are left with two choices. Choice #1: this is wrong, and we need to straighten up, or choice #2: God doesn’t care, because it feels good, and God wants good for His children, because He is love, etc, ad absurdum.
This god – not the God, but a man-made god – not only sets no standards of behavior, making himself unworthy of worship, and sets no consequences for disobedience, making him unjust, but he even lies to us! If we believe that Robinson’s daughter’s testimony that he is “a good father and a good man” makes a bit of difference in whether or not he actually meets the moral qualifications for the job of bishop, then we believe that this “god” has lied to us in the Bible. See, it’s nice to know that somebody loves his or her family (despite the fact that Robinson also divorced his wife to live as a gay man), but that’s not a moral qualification, but a social one. Morals don’t change; morals don’t depend on surroundings; morals don’t depend on what “else” you’ve done. Morality depends on a constant source, which is the true God.
It is our pride that lets us think otherwise. “This feels/seems so nice, I can’t believe it’s wrong!” “This is what will make me happy, so I can’t accept that God wants me to do otherwise.”
God loves you, very deeply, which is why He wants the best for you. Lots of things are fun, but many of them are deeply harmful to our well-being, physically and spiritually. Just as our parents on earth set boundaries for us for our safety and training, so God sets boundaries. We are not, as we like to think, capable of understanding 100% of His reasoning, so we should not, as adults, presume to change His rules and think we know better than He – who has been here longer than any of us and even knows the outcomes of our every choice!
I hope somebody reading this will realize it’s not a rant; it’s a plea. If you don’t know how a God who loves us can set boundaries for and not on us, read this.
Meanwhile, I’m sad to say I will not be starting classes, this fall, at Dallas Theological Seminary. I just can’t afford it, yet. So, I’ll have to wait for God to provide those funds, and keep working on my business (which, by the way, is doing wonderfully, this week!).