I'm Gay

Kopp Disclosure

(John 3:19-21)

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I'm Gay

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This is dedicated to parts of the eternal family on

the left and right who hate me for Christ’s sake.

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            Unlike pastors and other politicians who agree with the last person they’ve talked to like bad sentences ending in prepositions, I learned long ago that integrity includes saying the same thing regardless of the audience.

            Hillary never took that course.

            I’ve also learned you’re damned if you do and damned if you don’t; which is kinda liberating ‘cause if you’re damned if you do and damned if you don’t, you can say/believe whatever the heaven ya wanna say/believe because somebody’s gonna come gunning for ya regardless.  You may as well tell the truth as you understand it; because right or wrong or whatever, nobody leads every poll.  Of course, and this is something yet to be learned by EE’s “true believers” on the left and right, an honest person will always admit, “I may be wrong; and if you can show how I am wrong from Jesus, Holy Scripture, and common sense, I will confess, repent, and ask forgiveness.”

            Unlike too many young or stoner pastors, I didn’t miss the course on original sin.

            Some people never read the raison d’etre and disclaimer at the top of every KD.

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            So I’m gonna admit a few things that will totally tick off the left and right.

            I live for it.

            I live to shatter the silent sound of mindless idolatries.

            I’m not afraid of people not liking me.

            Obviously.

            I’m more concerned about trying to honor Jesus by the book; and if anyone can show me how I am wrong from Jesus, Holy Scripture, and common sense, I will confess, repent, and ask forgiveness.  I’ve been wrong many times in my life and ministry; so I’m eager to admit error and seek restoration.

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            Here goes.

            I’m gay.

            Not thaaaaaaat kinda gay; though I suspect some folks will run with the preceding, miss the context like some do in just about everything that I write, and my mom and sister will be calling me from Pennsylvania.

            No, I’m gay in a Matthew 5 and Psalm 62 kinda way.

            I know I’m a sinner.

            I know I need a Savior.

            I know I’m hated in a Christian kinda way by people on the left and right who insist on all of us subscribing to their litmus tests of fidelity only coincidental to Jesus by the book.

            For example, people on the left expect me to ignore over 2K years of Biblical, confessional, constitutional, historical, traditional, and common sense Christianity when it comes to same-sex nuptials; and people on the right expect me to ignore over 2K years of Biblical, confessional, constitutional, historical, traditional, and common sense Christianity when it comes to inviting, welcoming, including, and agapeing, as Jesus demanded in John 3:16-17 and wherever else He’s been quoted correctly, everybody.

            Damn, and I mean that literally, we have become a my-way-or-the-highway bunch of navel-gazing pulpiteers and pewsitters only coincidental to Jesus by the book.

            Anyway, back to me being gay and saying/believing things that tick off the ideological idolaters on the left and right, I’ve never had any inclination to, you know, uh, see Paris.

            O.K., I’ve been a little fascinated by female gays and understand how they could, you know, uh, get together because my gender can be so boorish, insensitive, and, uh, pejoratively, uh, masculine. 

            Except for being hit on by a guy professor while working on my doctorate and one or two guys while counseling ‘em, I’ve never, uh, you know, uh, seen Paris.

            Never even been remotely curious.

            My sins have always gone in the other direction.

            I’m only gay in a Matthew 5 and Psalm 62 kinda way.

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            Another confession.

            I don’t lose sleep over the other kinda gays.

            Now this is really gonna upset folks on the left and right; but I don’t think God loses sleep over ‘em either.

            In a world of so much meanness and madness and misery and miscreance, I think God is more upset about people hating on each other and hurting each other and…

            You know what I mean.

            I hope.

            I think, and I expect this to really, really, really tick off the left and right, God cares more about people beating, battering, and butchering each other than same-sex guys/gals making out with each other.

            Really.

            Apart from blasphemy against the Holy Spirit – denying the saving Lordship of Jesus which means ignoring/defying/forfeiting God’s forgiveness by grace through faith in Jesus – God seems quite capable/willing of/to forgiving/forgive everything else, again, by grace through faith in Jesus.

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            I guess, for me, it’s a “live and let live” thing.

            As long as you’re not hurting anybody else by what you believe and how you behave, I’ve learned to be cool with it.

            Really.

            Beggars can’t be choosers.

            Yeah, I’d like everybody to, you know, believe like I believe and wanna behave like I wanna/pray to behave.

            That’s only human.

            While we’re trying to model Someone better on the corner of Lincoln and Main and believe everybody and everything would be a heaven of a lot better than they/we are now if all of us would just follow Jesus by the book, we know not everybody’s buying into that/Him.

            So, again, beggars can’t be choosers.

            So as long as people aren’t hurting each other, I’d leave eternal prescriptions, proscriptions, penalties, and prospects to Him.

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            Let me put it another way.

            There aren’t enough police to keep people from doing the wrong things.

            So let’s ask police to focus on people who are doing damage to others.

            Yeah, arrest people like me who talk on cellulars while driving because that behavior could hurt somebody else; but if I’m not wearing my seatbelt, why waste your time on me just possibly hurting myself?

            If they’re/we’re just doing damage to themselves/ourselves, that’s their/our business for now.  They/we can explain it to God when the roll is called up yonder.

            C’mon, let’s exercise a little common sense and a better stewardship of resources.

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            So if you’re on the left, you’re ticked because I’m not joining in your fantasies about beliefs/behaviors antithetical to 2K years of Biblical, confessional, constitutional, historical, traditional, and common sense Christianity being, uh, Christian beliefs/behaviors.

            And if you’re on the right, you’re ticked because I’m not joining in your crusade to flay people who won’t bow before your beliefs/behaviors that are far more judgmental than 2K years of Biblical, confessional, constitutional, historical, traditional, and common sense Christianity.

            Fine.

            I can live with that.

            You can’t.

            Obviously.

            I can.

            Obviously.

            I’m just not as pure and perfect and always right about everything like you.

            Remember, I know I need a Savior.

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            One more thing.

            I’m gay.

            Just be sure to tell my mom and sister what I mean by that.

            You can tell ‘em that I’m going to hell; because you seem very comfortable in that position.

            I don’t.

            Unlike you, I don’t think I’m…

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Blessings and Love!

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Look up!  Stand up!  Speak up!  Act up for Jesus!
Salt!  Shine!  Leavenate!

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