Last night after dinner, my twenty-something nephew, who is adopted and African-American, asked me for my opinion about the whole overblown pride month. He was offended by LGBTQ+ activists who create an equivalency between their agenda and the civil rights struggle of blacks in America.
He said, “I can’t change my skin color but they can just decide to change their sexual preference any time they want. How is that the same thing? I don’t have a choice—they do. We’re not in the same civil rights boat.” He then wanted to know my perspective, as a person of faith, on the whole LGBTQ movement.
I started by explaining that my perspective doesn’t matter. Morality is not determined by public opinion. Rather, morality flows from God who created and provided us with guidelines for living.
Then, I told him about a fascinating three-hour conversation I had with a man on a flight from Los Angeles to Nashville. We couldn’t have been coming from more polar opposite perspectives. He announced he’s gay. I’m straight. He’s a Democrat. I vote Republican. He’s living with his male partner. I live with a wife and kids.
And yet, God was in the middle of that conversation.
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