How does that work? After carrying your baby girl next to your heart for nine months, suffering through morning sickness, back labor and transition you finally hold that small feminine bundle of humanity in your arms. Counting fingers and toes comes automatically but then what happens next is unbelievable. Somehow you find yourself standing in the front of an amazingly adorned chapel watching as this bridal-gowned bedecked beauty slow walks to the alter on the arm of her father. It is, of course, a dream of some sort but it is the future and hope of almost every mother’s heart.
Unfortunately, we all know that “life” happens and years, many years come between the birth and the bride. Try as we may, mothers, we cannot predict the future nor mold it into our own mind’s eye image. At some point reality becomes what it is and we are left standing on the side of broken hearts and discounted dreams. Or so it seemed this afternoon when I received a text from our adult daughter: “Got engaged yesterday on a Farris Wheel (emoji included).
What should have been a day of rejoicing, instead projected me into a future without grandchildren or normal family gatherings. What should have been an announcement celebrated with a festive dinner and fine wine was now the source of bitter tears and betrayed loyalties. Our daughter was texting to let us know her intentions to marry her lesbian lover. Life happens.
It has been two years since our daughter sent me an email “coming out of the closet.” I truly wished she had stayed in; sanity would be more firmly in my grasp. Writing her back was easy. All the reasons why this could not be true flowed like Niagara Falls from my laptop. All my eloquent responses, however, were repealed by what I felt was the PC logic of our ever decaying culture. There was no agreement or compromise on either side, like two trains running on parallel tracks in opposite directions. And never the twain shall meet…
The North Bound Train is the Judeo-Christian Express. It has a well-known route and destination. The road map has served its adherents well for eons of known time. These travelers take hold of tried and true traditions that trump the trends of moral relativism. Those on board embrace the truth and obligations of their faithful forefathers.
Not so much the South Bound Locomotive that carries those on board towards the hedonistic expression of uncharted social mores and a denial of absolute moral standards. No road signs, no rules, no respect for the righteous standards that have guarded societies for time immemorial This transport requires the journeyer to throw out the inconvenient baggage of the generations honored foundation stone of civilized peoples: heterosexual marriage. Not only is this a requirement for those on board, but also for all territories through which the “freedom train” would traverse. Everyone is expected to not only give the train an easement through their property but also stand and wave the flag of celebration as it gouges deep ruts through the emotional property of their lives.
So here I am stuck in the after math of a simple text: “ I got engaged yesterday on a Farris Wheel;” except it is I who am on the Farris Wheel. I feel my mind whirling with more and more questions and very few answers. The solid truths of the Word of God embedded into our progeny have been uprooted and discarded by “desire,” the family name brought to shame, the hope of grandchildren dashed, the celebration of a Holy and Sacred marriage sabotaged by lust. And they call this gay? Nothing happy about this situation, only a lot of broken hearts.
The only solace I find is in the promises of the Lord. His Word tells me that if I call unto Him in time of trouble that He will answer me and send deliverance. And, He is near to the broken hearted. After all, He is the Lord the God of all flesh and nothing is too difficult for Him.
The Holy Spirit reminded me this morning in my prayer time that The Lord sent angels to take Lot by the hand and pull him out of Sodom and Gomorrah before the fire and brimstone fell. I can believe Him to do the same for my daughter, and for all prodigals eating in the pig pen of deception. The Lord Jesus came to seek and to save those that are lost and those that are on that South Bound Locomotive.
Dear Father in Heaven,
Thank you that you hear me when I cry unto you. Your heart is touched with the feelings of my own infirmity and anguish. Stretch forth your hand to heal in the name of your Holy Child Jesus. Turn the darkness into light, dispel all deception and set the captive free. I believe you Lord that you are not only able, but willing to set everything in righteous order as You have ordained. I pray with confidence, Thy kingdom come, Thy will be done in all of our lives as it is in heaven,…lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil, for Thine is the kingdom and the power and the glory forever. Amen.