This past week we hit the post-2020 election wall of reality pretty hard— Amazon banned the thoughtful and science-based When Harry Became Sally, singer Demi Lovato declared that gender-reveal parties were transphobic, and Mr. Potato Head came out as gender fluid.
To cap it off, at the confirmation hearing for Biden’s nominee to be #2 at the Department of Health and Human Services, Sen. Rand Paul could not get him/her to admit that children should not be able to make their own decisions to make sex changes with hormone blockers or surgery without parental involvement.
The outrage has lit up social media.
It reminded me of my own onset of rheumatoid arthritis. I didn’t shed tears when my doctor gave me the diagnosis. But on the days when I could no longer play my guitar or get my wedding ring on, the tears really flowed. Those were the small but real, painful little things that stood for the big broken thing I could hardly wrap my head around. “You have rheumatoid arthritis.”
Last week, the big broken thing that happened was, “the U.S. House of Representatives passed the so-called “Equality Act.” And the eruption of anger and dismay over Potato Head and the rest were, I think, the little broken things that we could actually wrap our heads around.
I grieved as I read the comments on Facebook:
…”this is absolutely heartbreaking”
…”this is war on reality”
…”and a lot of broken people, damaged from this stuff, finally seeing the light, simply thru their pain”
…”women are being erased!”
…[banning Ryan’s book] “it’s rational, albeit evil, for the people responsible for this sort of atrocity to do this sort of thing”
…”prayers God save us”
…”When you are taught to hate yourself as yourself and how you are made, how can you love your neighbor as yourself and thereby create good things between people long into the future?”
…”the insanity runs deep”
…”Lord, please don’t tarry!”
For those of us who have seen this coming since 2019 when the “Equality Act” was first passed by the House, it’s been agonizing to try to sound the alarm and see people not getting it. Christians voting for it last November, as Biden was always clear the LGBTQ agenda was his first priority.
Even last week, when I Googled “The Equality Act,” only three articles popped up the day before the vote. Two articles on the “For” position, including one on Biden. And one against.
Now that the House has passed The Equality Act again, it does look like people are beginning to take the measure of the very big things at stake, including the goodness of being created male and female and the goodness of marriage and families. As today’s culture ramps up the attack on these good gifts these cries of lament are fitting.
The romantic realism of our faith
The Bible is full of lament over the brokenness of this fallen world. “Christianity,” Marvin Olasky wrote in World “is gruesomely accurate in its realistic depiction of abundant sin.” It’s getting harder and harder to watch the news. I barely have the emotional bandwidth to keep lamenting all that is happening week by week.
I’ve seen enough to understand something of the real pain of gender dysphoria and same-sex attraction. Of feeling like a strange hybrid in a binary world of male and female, husband and wife. But surely there is some better way to protect LGBTQs than to violate the modesty, conscience and faith of millions of Americans.
I pray that legislators will work out a compromise. I pray God will protect our women and children, especially our sensitive, artistic sons and strong, athletic daughters. And I’m hopeful, because, as Olasky also said, the Bible is “also romantically hopeful—for the bridegroom, Christ, does not give up even when repeatedly spurned.”
“The Bible,” continued Olasky, “is the romantic realist book that best shows both graves and grace. It doesn’t pretend that life is either heavenly or hellish, but shows how we’re all thigh-deep in muck yet able, through God’s grace, to see the sun. Jesus not only turned water into wine but turned Simon, who dreamed of fish, into Peter, a fisher of men —and he can do that to each of us.”
How do we live as a romantic realist who overcomes with Jesus in the year ahead?
We can grieve. We acknowledge the reality that so much has been, is being lost. We are further than ever from our Christian roots as a nation. The sexual revolution has swept to astonishing cultural power and the Equality Act targets Christians’ appeals for relief from protections of law that strengthen rights of conscience, speech and worship.
The poor are still oppressed. We’re still battling racism. Critical race theory rises to explain the world through its lens of oppressors and victims instead of the scarlet Biblical thread of creation, fall and redemption. Although troops have withdrawn and the media has moved on, Islamic extremism still threatens the world. As well as the manipulations of Russia and especially China.
And in and around all this macro brokenness, the Covid-19 coronavirus settles into the micro nooks and crannies of populations least able to fight it. In its wake, suicide, depression and anxiety are skyrocketing. We wonder if we will ever get our pre-Covid lives back.
So we grieve, but we cannot just shake our fists at the reality of the rising darkness. We also have a real, romantic hope of overcoming.
We have the power that raised Jesus from the dead to love and be his agents of redemption in this world. As greater challenges rise, if darker times lie ahead, we stand fast, continuing to move against this present darkness with the light of Jesus’ truth and grace.
As we follow Christ, we will overcome in fruitfulness. In the richness of abiding in his ever-replenishing presence. Not just in heaven in the future. But in the daily experience of seeing God’s goodness and taking it into this broken world.
Who does not long for this broken world to be mended? Who does not long for our broken lives to be healed? Our Savior and friend Jesus assures us that he will partner with us to do it. Both now and, in the future, to an astonishing degree.
“I believe that I shall look upon the goodness of the LORD in the land of the living! Wait for the LORD; be strong, and let your heart take courage; wait for the LORD!” (Psalm 27: 13-14).