Cosmology and Homosexuality

This may be the single best article I’ve read on the current moral revolution.


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I’m out of town for the next four days, as I have duties to attend to at my presbytery. The rest of the “Man With No Country” series will resume on Monday.

A Man With No Country: Seeking a Home in Presbyterianism (Part Four)

9.7.HeartbreakChurchSplit_580808807Eventually, despite rigorous opposition, the Lutheran body I belonged to decided to begin ordaining homosexual ministers who were involved in committed, monogamous relationships.

For those of us who were members of our little church, it was the straw that broke the camel’s back.

At this point, I was managing two restaurants and working part-time as a minister; the stress from the restaurant job was enough of a burden without the constant denominational tension. Between the two jobs, and the stress that was part and parcel of both, I started vomiting blood. Forgive me if this is too personal, but not long afterwards, I started crapping blood, too.

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A Man With No Country: Seeking a Home in Presbyterianism (Part Three)

John_Calvin_1024X768“What do you mean, ‘I don’t have free will’? What sort of Bible denying heretic are you?”

That was my response when my Lutheran pastor (and boss) told me where he landed on the question of the freedom of man’s will.

Needless to say, I’ve lived to eat those words.

My dear brother was awfully kind to me, given how I jumped to the accusation of heresy so quickly; we continued to talk about the subject, and eventually he loaned me a copy of Luther and Erasmus: Free Will and SalvationIt was Luther’s Bondage of the Will bound together with De Libero Arbitrio. After reading Luther on the subject, and doing my level best to prove him wrong, I felt a little like I had gone 10 rounds with Mike Tyson. Luther just trounced all of my objections.

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A Man With No Country: Seeking a Home in Presbyterianism (Part Two)

Öèôðîâàÿ ðåïðîäóêöèÿ íàõîäèòñÿ â èíòåðíåò-ìóçåå gallerix.ruJoey and I were set to meet for coffee on a Wednesday night at this new coffee joint he had discovered.

When I walked in, for the first time in years, I felt at peace. You have to understand, my life was in a state of total chaos. I didn’t get the opportunity to ease back into civilian life; I went from being in Afghanistan operating in the Shah-i-khot Valley, to being in a metal tube hurtling through the air at a high rate of speed, to standing at an airport in the Southeast.

When I got home, my paternal grandfather was living with my parents, and they needed help, so despite my reservations about living at home again, I moved back in with my folks, took a job during the day, and spent my evenings caring for my ailing grandfather.

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