It happened. After reading the many faith-based blog and Facebook posts that have gone up about the legalization of gay marriage, I was convinced it wouldn’t happen. But it did.
The sun came up this morning.
Imagine. The world is still spinning. Breezes are still blowing. The birds outside my window are still singing. My family still loves me. The Cardinals are still in first place.
And here’s something else…
You know what I’m going to do this afternoon at 4:00? I’m going to perform a wedding ceremony for a heterosexual couple that loves Jesus.
But wait! I thought heterosexual marriage took it on the chin yesterday! I thought marriage as we know it ceased to exist! I thought the days of true biblical marriage were over! I thought…
Boy, it’s amazing the ideas that can creep into your head if you listen to enough people yammer.
And no, I’m not minimizing the significance of what happened yesterday. But I absolutely refuse to let this upset me. For one thing, my God is bigger than all this. And for another, he hasn’t put me in charge of solving this mess. (Thank you, Lord!) He’s called me to worship and serve him and that’s what I’ll do. And I won’t do it any differently today than I did it yesterday.
And I am absolutely optimistic. The basis of this optimism comes not from the POTUS or the SCOTUS or any other OTUS. It comes from promises like this that I find in Scripture:
To the thirsty I will give water without cost from the spring of the water of life. Those who are victorious will inherit all this, and I will be their God and they will be my children. But the cowardly, the unbelieving, the vile, the murderers, the sexually immoral, those who practice magic arts, the idolators, and all liars–they will be consigned to the fiery lake of burning sulfur. (Revelation 21:6-8)
God’s got it all figured out, people. His plan is working. He’s got everything under control. There’s no need for me or you or anybody else to panic. We need to just go on loving people and serving Christ. And we need to remember that this world is not our home.
I was once taken to a luxury resort on a secluded Caribbean Island. I was told to prepare to have my mind blown. But when we pulled up to the shore in the small boat, we saw that the resort had burned to the ground. I was disappointed, but I wasn’t troubled, because that resort was not my home.
Some say America is burning to the ground. Maybe it is. I certainly do plan to help pass the water buckets. But I will not let my heart be troubled, for I know that a mansion is being prepared for me in a place where there is no death, mourning, crying, pain, or Supreme Court.
That is my real home.