My son was raised in the Church. Like many in his generation raised in Christian families, he has rejected the faith. Saying that is really unfair, in that what he has continued to embrace is the ethic of that faith, and in many way that should be enough. Unfortunately, for those of us actively pursuing a loving, living God, who demands submitted recognition, striving for His ethic isn’t enough to bring you into the right relationship with eternity, so as much as I might admire what he is doing with his life (and I am very proud of him), I agonize over his eternal destiny. I know there are multiple things that have led him away from his childhood faith, and I hate those things.
The things that have been isolated as major influences on leaving the faith distill down into 2 major ones: the Church’s marriage to Donald Trump and its opposition to the outworking of the sexual Revolution, specifically the issue of gay marriage. There is no question that Evangelicals have decided that they will overlook Trump’s many moral failures because of his ability to lead the Church into success in the political realm. Packing the Supreme Court to insure the revocation of abortion laws was more important than the character of the Nation’s leader, who paid prostitutes for their services. The assumption was that somehow there was only a choice between those two things and Donald Trump, that no one else could guide the nation into a revocation of its responsibility to take care of the unborn but him.
Sexual issues are harder. When gay men were seen as perverted monsters hiding in the shadows and lesbians were butch dykes with short haircuts and tattoos, it was easier to throw stereotypical words and accusations at them. Unfortunately, the sexual Revolution freed people to safely pursue their sexual identity, and it was our friendly neighbor whose roommate was actually his/her partner, not some neighborhood pervert, who was homosexual. That messed up the picture we had in our mind, which we thought aligned with what the Bible said about homosexuality, which soon was to be expanded into a whole family of sexual practices. What had been obvious when we threw words like fag and homo around wasn’t clear at all, and especially to those who had come into their sexual identities with friends and relatives who blurred the image of those making these sexual choices. It was not at all evident that the “alphabet”community was populated by a gaggle of sinners destined for hell. This was especially hard when those practicing homosexual behavior wanted to get married, which separated them for the promiscuous lifestyle which had made judging that community easier.
My son’s roommate, an exceptional and highly moral young man, was gay. How did Biblical passages condemning homosexuality apply to Mike? How could young men like my son submit to a God who condemned kids like Mike? Not only did we want the next generation to esteem a man of such low moral standards as Donald Trump, we wanted them to do it while condemning substantially better people who were in love with, and wanted to marry, same sex partners. It was all too much for a whole generation of people to accept, so they fled out of our churches, giving up on religion forever, embracing a vague sense of spirituality, whose amorphous set of values could encompass a plethora of beliefs. Trump and Homosexuality. The two hills an entire generation died on, while my generation looked on, self righteously demanding that they conform to our understanding of how our faith translated into the political and sexual realm. It was a tragedy of unparalleled dimension, and it left the pews of Churches in America occupied by Grey haired Republicans, driving out droves of grey haired Democrats. What a mess.