Last Friday. What a day. I got a flat tire that morning. I had an hour-long phone interview. I helped a friend move. I stuffed in some writing. It was hustle and bustle from sunup to sundown, and somewhere midway the Supreme Court legalized gay marriage in all fifty states.
That was my first reaction. Just “oh.”
I mean, gay marriage was already legal in 36 states. It was gonna happen eventually. What was 14 more in one fell swoop?
But then I came home and saw all the tweets and pictures and videos, and the “oh” turned into an “OH.” This ruling was a big deal. Huge. Akin to women’s suffrage and prohibition. June 26 will be recorded in our history books soon.
We will read about last Friday in the decades yet to be.
There was celebration, and there was devastation. It felt like the aftermath of a championship. One side hoists the trophy; another retreats to the locker room. And yet the locker room rumbled with wailing.
I wrote a 1,500-word blog post over the weekend, ready to post my thoughts first thing Monday morning like a faithful little Christian blogger. But I kept looking at that monstrosity of a post and saying no way.
It was an essay about marriage and religion and government and same-sex desires and same-sex needs and how my own story weaves like sloppy spaghetti into all of that. I’ve felt guilty all week staying silent and not posting it.
Maybe someday I will. But not now.
In my opinion, these three said it best:
- Alan Chambers, former head of Exodus International, spoke of his new mission of love.
- Mike Donehey of Tenth Avenue North highlighted the act of listening versus speaking.
- My friend Matthew shared his unique “post-gay” perspective.
And then there’s me. I’m the guy walking somewhere down the middle of the road between Westboro Baptist Church and The Equality House. Words should be flowing like painted dashes on asphalt, but it’s just . . . exhausting.
Scripture lobbed like grenades. Rainbows raised like battle flags.
I’m waving my hands in the middle of the road, and I’m so tired.
Can the war be over now? Can nobody have “won” and nobody “lost”?
Can we all just be humans again?
I’m not saying gay people’s rights don’t matter. Nor am I claiming Christians crush their convictions. Legalized gay marriage alters nothing of my own beliefs. It’s why I’m still trekking this path. It’s why I keep walking; it’s why I keep writing.
The gay marriage issue seems 1,500 words of complicated, and yet I believe it’s so much simpler than that.
Jesus was victorious on June 25.
He was still King on June 26.
And He continues reigning a week later, beckoning gay, straight, and everyone complicatedly in between into His love.
Death is dead.
The war is over.
Love has won.
What are we all yelling about? It’s noisy out there without Jesus.
Christians: let’s proclaim Jesus less like a trumpet from afar and more like a heartbeat within.