So, my wife and I have repented of homosexuality. There will probably come a time when that alone is legal cause for a jail term. World Vision’s decision to allow married gay Christians (huh?) to work there is a slap in the face of God. But it is only the beginning. I wrote the following fiction story some time ago, fearing much of it would come true.
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The Missive “Bible” and the gay youth pastor’s wife
The pastor of the mega-church sat behind his polished mahogany desk, wincing as the fierce pounding assaulted his temples. The youth pastor would be here any minute now. With growing anxiety, Pastor Billy Rapp opened the new, state sanctioned Bible, and turned to several passages about homosexuality. Only, there was nothing there about homosexuality.
As some had ominously predicted, The Missive paraphrase had become the only Bible allowed in the remaining, state approved churches. Written by Hugo Peukermann, a likable biology teacher from Canada, the paraphrase had been used by the emergents and those opposed to Sola Scriptura for years. Now, however, even more had been gutted from it, and Pastor Rapp stared at its sterile, lifeless pages.
He closed the tepid “Bible” with a sigh. At least the church had been allowed to stay open. And, well, at least the homosexual couples would be here now. In a way this could actually be seen as helpful. They could reach them more easily with the gospel. Of course, the gospel wasn’t allowed to be preached, so this would present some challenges.
The President-for-life had moved quickly upon the hate crimes bill. It had turned within weeks into a law prohibiting hate speech. Homosexuality could not be called sin. Or even wrong. This was an offense punishable by fine and/or imprisonment. Pastors like Billy Rapp had watched in amazement as a number of Christians had been dragged off into the prison system.
A great many churches had been closed.
But not Billy’s. He wasn’t going to lose his church, no sir, not all he’d worked so hard for. Of course, it would take some adjusting. The youth pastor would have full state authority behind him.
Pastor Rapp jumped as he heard the knock on his door. “Come in,” he called. The door opened and a smiling couple came in. “Hi, Pastor Billy, I’m Jed Knight, your new youth pastor. I’m really looking forward to working with you. This is my wife.”
Trying not to tremble, Pastor Billy reached out and shook hands with both men. “I’m Pastor Bill,” he said, and he could hear his voice quavering.
“Malcolm McDell Knight. Just call me Mal,” the tall, thin man rumbled. Mal turned and smiled at Jed. “I’m going to go see what needs improving in the childrens’ ministry. Bye,” he waved.
Pastor Rapp frowned when he heard that. “Improving childrens’ ministry? What is that, exactly?”
Jed Knight sat down in one of the Pastor’s soft, overstuffed chairs. “Well, some educational things,” he said vaguely. “I’m really looking forward to working with you, Bill.” Jed was a short friendly man with an easy smile.
“Wait. Wait a minute. Your…uh, your partner–”
“Wife,” Jed Knight corrected.
“…he’s planning on working in the childrens’ ministry?”
“Bill, Bill,”Jed said slowly, and with great compassion, “there are many changes that must be made. Discrimination and hate need to end. Of course we need to reach the children.”
Woe to those who call evil good, and good evil;
Who substitute darkness for light and light for darkness;
Who substitute bitter for sweet and sweet for bitter! (Isaiah 5:20)