…I’m not that excited about Florida Amendment 2, the one that defines marriage as one man and one woman, excluding all of the sinful alternative lifestyles out there today.
Oh, sure, I voted for it.
No doubt, I’m glad it passed.
Certainly I believe in this definition of marriage as Biblical.
I fear, however, that we’ve won a skirmish in the midst of losing the larger battle.
The fact that President-elect Obama has indicated that he would support judges who (and I’m paraphrasing) “know what it’s like to be poor, or gay, or disabled, or black, or old,” and will now nominate perhaps 2 or 3 Supreme Court justices, means that whatever millions of voters in the 50 states decide can be swept away by 5 like-minded liberals. (Think Roe v. Wade.) So our ballot-box victory will in all likelihood be short-lived.
The fact that 38% voted no means that we are already off our Biblical moorings and on the slippery slope and gaining speed. They’re already 2/3 of the way to the 60% of browbeaten, misguidedly tolerant citizens that they need to get what they want. Where in the world did we get the idea that we get to define marriage, anyway?
This political victory is, I am convinced, little more than a rearguard action that will allow us to raise our sons and daughters before the militant homosexuals gain a critical mass in society and start pounding on doors and making demands. (Think Sodom.)
We may already passed the point of no return as a people. (Think Romans 1.) What will save us now is not politics or law, but religion. Revival. Real revival. Not the kind that you can plan and announce and advertise and contain in the church building. The kind in which the same primeval, Pentecostal Spirit who brooded over the creation and slew the Egyptian firstborn and raised Jesus from the dead is poured out in power, so that men fall to their knees and cry out to God to save them.
God have mercy on us all.