Jesus In The Gay Parade
Jesus
In The Gay Parade
We, the Church, run screaming away. Fingers in our ears. “Don’t look Johhny!” They are the untouchables. Lepers of society. Unclean persons keeping to their own
kind. Compact them all away like nuclear
waste. How weird We must look to God!
Jesus stepped into this world to be with
us. We weren’t drawing closer to Him so
He made the journey. The very heart of the
Father was poured out when He sent His son.
He was the Way to understand the Father.
Two open hands reaching as it were from Heaven. Any picture less than this should have a mill
stone strapped about its neck and tossed into the deep.
So would Jesus have marched in a gay
parade? Would your Jesus have been
in with the crowd? On the six-o’clock
news, did your neighbors see your embarrassment as your self-declared Teacher hugged
a queer man in compassion?
Those who are healthy have no need for a
physician. When He stepped into the
world, He did not condone our sins. He simply
wanted to be with us. Whatever division
be between us and our neighbor therefore is not modelled by the Great One.
How many of us are ostracized by those ‘incrowds’
keeping a code which justifies the us and them mentality? Somehow that code alienates the lesser down
the caste system. Soon those above look
down on those as dogs. Prejudice blinds
people into holes.
It is not about being gay, homosexual, or
transgender. Is a person a person before
God? Is a person worthy of dignity
regardless? Can love bridge the
discomfort of touching another who is different? Will our eyes truly convey the love of Christ?
We all walk this earth in shells of bodies. We wander for inclusion. Upon conception, we all share this basic
need. Since separated from God who gives
us meaning, we grab the one or group who helps define what togetherness feels
like. Aloneness is painful. A friend is sought to endure the grind of
this life in a mill unforgiving.
Identity gives security. If we adhere to this group or another, we
maintain inflexibility as we force ourselves to pledge allegiance. Daily we run our flag up the pole and curse
those who do not salute. We are
comforted to see numbers with us but what happens when defectors change their
minds? Holding close to the pole, the
wind of popular opinion blows then tears our flag from its grommeted fixtures. Our desperation causes panic in a vacuum of
belonging.
Jesus’ identity was with the Father. He knew who He was independently of man. He understood He was accepted by the One who
gives dignity. Strength from above meant
freedom below. He saluted no one’s flag. He was cursed. He was judged. He was condemned because He
was queer and didn’t fit in.
The Word says Jesus was tempted in all
ways and yet was without sin. He was in
company when the crowds came. He was a
loner when they left. His affirmation
came from His Father and that freed Him to do His thing.
Would Jesus have walked in a gay
parade? Would my Jesus?
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