The irony is not lost on me that I, a card-carrying member of Generation X, did not expect the world
I am very late to the party of reading this excellent analysis about a dust-up a few months ago at
I’m not here to pick a fight (though I know there are many fighting words in this post). I’ve needed to say these words out loud for a while now, because I know there are others out there trapped in the horrible feeling that your only options as an Evangelical Christian are 1) to disappoint God and violate his law by loving and accepting your gay friends, or 2) to give up your gay friends, being nice to their faces while always, deep-down, being sad there’s “something wrong” with them that “only God can fix.”
I’m here to say, those aren’t your only two choices, friends. There are other orthodox ways to understand Scripture as a witness to God and His ways without turning every sentence into a rope to choke you.
While I’m no stranger to controversy, I don’t seek it out. Thus, I have put off writing this post for
My Monday morning reads brought me to this article about the tenacious women blogging about sexual abuse in SBC and