A recent John Fogerty song recalls a terrible war - its purpose lost in the blur of politics, chaos, and death. Moreover, the horror, and suffering in the wake of gun shots at Ft. Hood flood my consciousness with painful memories of a turbulent past saturated with hatred, violence and death ... a generation's innocence lost. These words are haunting reminders of our brokeness, our mortality. We are well on our way to losing another generation.
Day by day I hear the voices rising;
Started with a whisper like it did before
Day by day we count the dead and dying;
Today, our christian communities are occupied not with acting to stop the senseless death and crippling of a generation but with barring homosexuals from marriage, from entering our churches and our clergy. This subject is all consuming - town meetings, council meetings, and on and on. I do not know whether to cry or to scream. Young men and young women are dying and we are not moved, we just sit, paralyzed by our prejudices, our ignorance, our fear and our piety while ....
Day after day another Momma's crying,
She's lost her precious child
We have a choice...the same choice the rich young ruler was given by Jesus; "...Then... come, follow me."
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