The following is a compelling guest post from Anonymous, who asked for the identity to not be revealed. I think this is a fitting follow up to my conundrums post.
Dear Church,
I hear everyone talking about me. Always debating about what to do with me. Ferociously drawing lines in the sand. Articles, blogs, political debate. Movie and pop stars eagerly rally around me and throw money at my trendy plight. To them I am another Darfur, an earthquake in Haiti, the Invisible Children. The US president has used me as a political move to gain support; a pawn in his agenda for reelection, for power. My former denomination (amongst others) split over me, misunderstanding their cause. You say that you support me, but do you? Do you even know me?
I lived a decade in the most decadent of ways: proud and lonely and lost. Drug use was a lifestyle, a way to cope, a way to survive in a world that I knew I didn’t belong to. It lulled my feelings to a quiet hum. Hushed my self-control but, ironically, never the remorse. I allowed my body to be used in ways that now make me blush. Men, women, it didn’t matter. I considered it all an ‘experience’.[i] To top it all off, I aborted the evidence of my shameless lifestyle. More than once.
I never imagined the price that I would pay for such indulgence. Never knew that it would interfere with a marriage that I once had no hope for. Never knew that it would keep me a safe distance away from friends. From you. I still cannot fathom how our Savior could pay the cost, but I accept it.[ii] He paid the price of death so that I would be seen as pure and innocent to the Father. Something that we all know I am not. But that is how God sees me. How do you? Continue reading
I got into in interesting discussion on my Facebook page over
Shame. What comes to your mind when mentioning that word? It’s a word that needs no definition for all of us have experienced it in varying degrees. Inadequacies, deficiencies, past and present failures…all bring that curtain of shame down on us. The problem, I think, is that when it strikes, instead of identifying it appropriate to what it is, we ride the wave of where it takes us.
My friend Damian and I had a recent email exchange regarding preaching tendencies related to the contemporary evangelical culture. This comes with a philosophy that we need to be so relatable that it ends up obscuring God’s overall redemptive program. He talked about this one class in his seminary program in which discussions of Song of Solomon which resulted in placing a good dose of emphasis on human sexuality. With his permission, I’m posting his full response: