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Gay Culture -- The Mouse That Keeps on Roaring

Gay Culture -- The Mouse That Keeps on Roaring

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Published by Thom Hunter
But the little pipsqueak roar of the mouse that is gay culture is drowning us out while the ignorant sleeping church just finds a more comfortable position in the worn and cozy recliner. Most Christians wont take the time to arm themselves with the truth of scripture nor acquaint themselves with the truth of culture. So, we snooze while the world as we know it reshapes itself to quiet the mouse.
But the little pipsqueak roar of the mouse that is gay culture is drowning us out while the ignorant sleeping church just finds a more comfortable position in the worn and cozy recliner. Most Christians wont take the time to arm themselves with the truth of scripture nor acquaint themselves with the truth of culture. So, we snooze while the world as we know it reshapes itself to quiet the mouse.

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Gay Culture:The Mouse that Keeps on RoaringBy Thom Hunter 
I confess to having been a sinner my entire life, revealed by my own actions, alwaysin danger of being smashed like a gnat by someone big enough to demandretribution . . . but always in hope of being picked up and set free again by someonebig enough to forgive. I've often perched on the top of a magnificent peak,foreboding with the potential for destruction, but dazzling with its view of hoped-for restoration. Better there, though, than down in the valley where those who refuse toacknowledge their own worldly shortcomings mingle with those who don't believethey can ever be forgiven and lifted out of the chilly shadows of darker days. All of their energy goes into trying really hard not to bump into each other in the limitedspace such ignorance allows, so they slowly drift into motionlessness.I would rather need rest from the drain of repeated bouts of attempting to conquer than from the weariness of aimless wandering.When I was about 10, I remember walking into the living room where my stepfather had fallen asleep with a cigarette in his hand, his limp wrist a few inches from theamber-colored ashtray on the end table. Ashes had already fallen onto the table andonto the carpet, both of which bore burn marks from past days of dangerous dozing.I took the cigarette from his hand and placed it in the tray and he didn't so much asmove a finger or release a grunt. Perhaps I saved an apartment building, or even alife. His perhaps.
 
That was a good thing.Before I turned away, I noticed his wallet sitting on the table. Contemplating thealcohol-aided deepness of his breathing, I saw an opportunity. With the insight of apre-teen sinner, I plucked the wallet from the table, took a few steps away and siftedthrough it. Mainly one-dollar bills, but plenty of them, and some bigger bills too. I tookonly what I needed for the moment, knowing he would never notice, or if he did, hewould only wonder if perhaps he had stopped at the corner bar on the way home andhad one more drink than he could remember.So, I stole a few bucks, hopped on the bike, headed to the U-Totem a few blocksaway and bought an ICEE for myself and a friend.That was not a good thing.I've never confessed that before. I've justified it, of course. He was mean and stingy,self-absorbed and really bad at parenting. He never understood me. He wasextremely sporadic with weekly allowances. He always had money for a shot of whiskey but never for an ICEE. And I think he just didn't like me very much. So . . .there you go. I couldn't help it. It was all "he's" fault.Really, the only justification now that seems even slightly acceptable is that I wassimply 10, wishing I had a normal dad and a normal life and a pocket full of changeto share with friends who would never ask where it came from. I saw a temptationthat could be fulfilled easily and with little chance of discovery due to the ignoranceof the one being perpetrated, one who was fast asleep while the world moved onaround him.
Here's the big leap of the week:
gay culture is like the 10-year-old who perceiveshe has not much, but has easy access to a whole lot and will take full advantage of the ignorance of those who sleep, robbing them blind as they drop their ashes on thefloor in silent slumber. Gay culture glides into the room, leaves the wallet of life aswe know it a little bit lighter and we think we did it to ourselves somehow. Which is,in a sense, the truth.And gay culture's list is endless as they point fingers of justification at the less-enlightened:
They 
don't understand us.
They 
are mean and stingy.
They 
don't wantus to be happy.
They 
are ignorant, Bible-toting scaremongers.
They 
arehomophobic.
They 
are behind the times, rebelling against reality.
They 
like power and want to keep us down. Bless their little-bitty backward souls,
they 
 just don't knowno better.I've been writing about "sexual brokenness" for a couple of years now, focusing onthe sin nature that causes many of us to stray from what God intended for ussexually, finding ourselves lusting for same-sex encounters, or transfixed inpornographic fantasy, or lusting after a co-worker or "friend" into full-blown adultery.I've also focused on the truth that God can restore us and put us on paths to
 
righteousness. With His help -- and way-too-often with His help only -- we canmaneuver that path, ignoring the spring-loaded temptations that pop up likewildflowers in the median, preening to be plucked if you dare to dash through thelanes of oncoming traffic.The righteousness of the redeemed should be roaring like a mighty waterfall and theechoes of the healed should be reverberating in our churches and our homes,celebrated as proof that God does indeed love us all, each and every one, never gives up, holds us in the palm of His hand and gives truth to all the words we singand pray.That would be good.But the little pipsqueak roar of the mouse that is gay culture is drowning us out whilethe ignorant sleeping church just finds a more comfortable position in the worn andcozy recliner. Most Christians wont take the time to arm themselves with the truth of scripture nor acquaint themselves with the truth of culture. So, we snooze while theworld as we know it reshapes itself to quiet the mouse.A recent study by the National Center for Health Statistics and the Center for Disease Control and Prevention shows that only about 1.4% of the U.S. populationactually consider themselves to be homosexual. Another study from UCLA put thefigure at about 1.7%. Though it's a small number, we know and believe asChristians that there is not one soul unworthy of Christ's death on the cross. Godbless the 1.4.The issue is not whether to love those who identify themselves as gay. We should, just as much as we love our own grandmother who probably conforms a little moreclosely in our minds to what we think God created His people to be. But, lovingsomeone does not mean we conform to their world, which is what is happening.Christians are way too much like the cowardly lion whose courage vanishes in thepresence of a louder voice. We've become the "let's just not go there," bunch. Prettysoon, we won't have much choice . . . or actually, we'll have to make a lot of choicesto remain untouched by the cultural backwash.Instead of fortifying our faith, we're fortifying our walls.Instead of seeing the homosexual as one of God's children who needs to hear thetruth in a compassionate way, we turn all shrill and say "they're after our children"and we turn away.Instead of seeing the homosexual as one who needs to be beside us, we mutter beneath our breath, "get thee behind me."And then we turn on the TV and watch young women liplock after singing songs of broken love. And we turn on a legal drama and find ourselves observing lady lawyersdiscussing legal options while sharing a pillow. We re-define marriage, re-

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