Three stories:
Imagine you have some
friends. And those friends have a 17-year-old teenage child. Your friends are
good people and great parents. You would trust them with your own children
without reservation. But, alas, teenagers will be teenagers. And recently you
have learned some things about the behavior of their teenage son. So one
evening, you confide in them the dark secrets of their child’s behavior. You
tell them he has on more than one occasion been known to drink and drive. On
top of that, one of his friends raped another student and their son has been
helping his friend cover it up.
Serious stuff.
Dangerous stuff. Deadly stuff.
They are good parents,
so they are devastated.
Next week, you are
having dinner with them and they confess to you that the behavior problems are
even worse! You gasp! How could it get worse? In hushed tones, they tell you
that they found out their child also… cusses.
What? This is worse?
As the weeks go on and
on, you find that your friends mention the drunk driving and rape cover-up less
and less. But they cannot stop talking about the cussing. Anytime you bring up
the more serious allegations, they admit those are problems and they are also
talking to their son about those things, but his language is the real burning
issue.
In the end, after
months and months, you see that your friends are really only pursuing getting
their kid to stop cussing. But their son’s habit of drunk driving and
involvement in the rape cover-up goes largely unaddressed.
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I visited Haiti during
the summers of my early adulthood. Those trips changed everything for me. They
taught me more than any book could ever have done; more than any blog or news
piece ever has. There is this one image that forever sticks with me.
Our team was visiting a
school for boys. We drove into the compound and into a closed-in yard used for
recreation. On the field were about a dozen or so young boys, around ages 8-12,
playing soccer.
Completely naked. All
of them.
Why? To attend the
school, they had to wear a uniform and the uniform was expensive, so they
removed it before playing soccer to ensure they didn't ruin it. No uniform
meant they couldn't go to school. So they played naked so as not to jeopardize
their education.
I remember the fog of
indignity. Having to decide between having fun or remaining clothed. Having to
experience puberty in public. And then those boys being paraded to the white
rich Americans.
I mostly remember the
shame. And the anger.
I still carry that fog
with me. And the shame. And the anger.
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Over the last few
months, three controversies have pulled the rug out from under the idealistic
hope that our society could simply “move past” the intolerance (purposeful or
not) exhibited to homosexuals. First began World Vision’s hiring policy change, allowing gay Christians to serve the poor (which was quickly
retracted). Next, a member of Jars of Clay, a Christian musical group, openly questioned
(via social media) whether Christians are required to deny equal marriage
rights to homosexual citizens of the U.S. Third, Michael Sam was drafted to the
St. Louis Rams and kissed his boyfriend on live television.
Conservative Christian leaders
around the U.S. all collectively blew up. Blogs decried each controversy as one
more instance of our society’s slow descent into hell. Radio talk shows named
moderate or liberal Christians as apostates to the faith and/or heretics to be
purged from the ranks. And the hearts and minds of our conservative population
once again turned their attention (had they ever turned their attention away?)
to the growing “problem” of homosexual inclusion as the single greatest enemy
to a moral society.
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It shouldn't be too hard to connect these stories. You probably already have.
It shouldn't be too hard to connect these stories. You probably already have.
I sat in that white
Range Rover with five or six other rich, white, Americans. We all saw the same
group of naked kids. We saw the same poverty. We saw the same world that we
have helped create and the startling contrast between what it means to have
been born in Florida vs. having been born in Haiti. We all heard the same
stories of premature deaths, human suffering, and the dangers and struggles of
the most benign activities that we easily take for granted as Americans.
We all saw the same
things. We saw the same human faces. We all walked into that fog of indignity together.
And here I am hearing
those voices say that the single greatest threat to society is letting a gay
man get married. Or letting a lesbian doctor vaccinate the poor children across
the globe. Or the fact that you watched one man kiss his committed partner that
just so happens to be another man.
What? People are dying.
Or suffering. And you are worried about whether or not we give equal tax
benefits to people who don't share your intractable, archaic moral stance?
Without a doubt,
homosexuality in our modern American society has become a central hot-button
issue for our time. But it shouldn't be. We need to move past it. There are
much more important matters at hand. Or at least tone it down and focus on
issues that are more important.
How can I say that? Who
am I to make the judgment on what is important vs. what is not?
I am simply looking at
possible consequences of our action (or inaction) and triaging based on
severity.
How many people die of
homosexuality each day? Zero.
How many people die of
starvation each day? Thousands.
How many people suffer
as a result of two men marrying each other? None.
How many people suffer
as a result of poverty? Millions.
Given the choice
between your child dying of cholera or being attracted to the same sex, it is
an easy choice. People are suffering and dying of things that we can change and
instead we think the whole of Christianity is summed up in opposing same-sex
couples. There are actual policies we can debate and change that will have a
lasting impact to reduce the suffering and enhance the well-being of our fellow
human beings on this earth and instead we think the greatest moral evil is when
two men are allowed to show affection to one another on television.
What drives me even
more crazy is that this fairly simple triage, one that any reasonable person
could create regardless of religious beliefs, is ACTUALLY buttressed by the
moral teaching of the Bible. The Bible is FULL of excoriating passages about
the social, personal, and spiritual dangers of greed – a moral concept that
transcends the cultural and historical distance between ancient biblical times
and our modern context. The duties of man to help the poor as explained in the
Mosaic law as well as the teachings of Jesus and his early church weigh heavily
on our modern soul even still.
Yet those passages and
commands are given minimal lip service and largely forgotten. Instead, the
conservative Christian community has opted to focus on the very specific, yet
non-lethal, problem of the sanctity of marriage (*but only the homosexual intrusion,
not divorce).
Those who focus on the
lives and well-being of the poor instead of gay marriage are told we don't want
to follow God. We are told we don't believe in the authority of Scripture. We
are told we are selfish and only trying to fulfill our own desires, not those
of God. We are called heretics, heterodox, and apostates. We are considered
false teachers, lovers of sin (or deniers of sin), and leading people to the
gates of hell.
When in reality, we
only have the vantage point of seeing that drunk driving is more serious than
cussing. We have read the Bible for its whole message, not the few verses that substantiate
our disgust over watching men kiss.
Why is being gay more
serious than being greedy? (Alternately, why will the gay go to hell but not the greedy?) Why is it properly Christian to oppose same sex
relationships instead of opposing human suffering? Why isn't human flourishing
our goal instead of sexual superiority?
I am not nearly
finished with this. More to come.