On Christians and Homosexuality, Part 1 | Hour Blog

Not too long ago I dug up ancient internet history and read some of my posts on a little blog called Xanga.  Perhaps you remember it: Xanga was the social media before Facebook, Twitter, MySpace stole our every waking hour with their slick features and cool factor.  Excepting a few gems, sifting through my old work was an unbroken cringe.  I’ve always been on the reckless side with my rhetoric, but some of my posts were downright stupid and my comments…glaringly offensive.  This the the beautiful curse of the internet: perfect memory.  If not for this clear record of odd posts and sloppy prose, I might have imagined my younger self in more heroic terms.

Among the wreckage, one entry caught my eye.  I ran my Xanga like a debate forum, often posing big questions to my readers. Stirring the pot. On that day, whatever day that was, my thoughts turned to homosexual marriage.  I laid out the situation as best as I understood–this isn’t the interesting part–and asked my audience where they landed on the issues.  Usually this is where my posts end, but on this occasion I included a parting thought, “Just to be clear, I believe that marriage is between a man and a woman only, period.”

I’m not quite sure where I got such assurance.

After all, I had never been married; I certainly couldn’t define marriage; and I definitely didn’t have any gay friends. I knew next to nothing of the history of marriage, but I was certain that its future didn’t lie in broadening tried and true definitions.  Certain.

Where comes this certainty?  I’m sure it finds some footing in my religious life.  Paul, after all, seemed pretty certain too: “Or do you not know that wrongdoers will not inherit the kingdom of God? Do not be deceived: Neither the sexually immoral nor idolaters nor adulterers nor men who have sex with men” (1 Corinthians 6:9).  Yikes.  And it certainly doesn’t get less certain the farther in my Bible I look back: “Do not have sexual relations with a man as one does with a woman; that is detestable” (Leviticus 18:22).  But it wasn’t just detestable to the the God of Abraham, it was a capital offence: “If a man has sexual relations with a man as one does with a woman, both of them have done what is detestable. They are to be put to death; their blood will be on their own heads” (Leviticus 20:13).

If we’re taking our scriptures at face value, then not only was it biblical practice to kill homosexuals, but it is also reasonable to believe that after death things didn’t get much better, or “do you not know that wrongdoers will not inherit the kingdom of God?”

That is to say, gay people go to hell.

I’m not trying to force some kind of false dilemma, this is actually what the Bible says.  Of course, do your due diligence and look up context to your heart’s content, but the end of all that scholarship isn’t sunshine and rainbows–on that much you can trust me.

The Westboro Baptist Church is considered, by many, to be an outlier in the Christian community.  Known for their “God Hates Fags” picket signs and radical theology, mainstream Christianity has distanced itself from the sect like an odd uncle at a family reunion.  But, no matter how much distance we put between us and the fridges of Christendom, I think a top dollar question still stands:  no matter how crazy say how could they be any crazier than what the Israelites actually did?