God and Marriage?

“I Believe:” A Confessional Response To NC Amendment 1

In the wake of the North Carolina Amendment formally defining marriage as between a man and a woman, I find myself wondering how we as Christians continue to find it difficult to imagine how God might transform and make things new, be revealed in surprising (even scandalous ways). I wonder if the answer to these questions is always such a radical either or. I wonder if we might begin to pray to a God who, in revelation, points us to new possibilities, but also picks up the pieces of what we were. In the midst of this all I can imagine saying is a confession, some words not about who we are or what marriage is, but who God is. What follows is a confessional response that I hope might be a different starting point.

We Believe

We believe in a God whose very Word turned darkness into light.

We believe in a God who made clay breathe and speak and move.

We believe in a God whose name could not even be voiced, and then allowed himself to be named and nursed and taught by a teenage girl.

We believe in a God whose back burned the face of Moses, but became a face, a body that ate and wept and laughed and cried and died.

We believe in a God who made fisherman into linguists.

We believe in a God who made the lost found.

We believe in a God who makes death into life.

We believe in God who brought eternity into time.

We believe that three can be one and that one can be three.

And yet…

And yet?

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  1. Sixty percent is a supermajority,
    who took time out of their busy schedules,
    who needed to make a statement,
    who wanted to leave a legacy,
    who knew exactly how and where the lines should be drawn.

    So much good could be done with sixty percent:
    sixty percent whose lives say Jesus,
    sixty percent who love mercy most,
    sixty percent who give ten percent,
    out of which ninety percent goes to the ones who cannot repay.

    Imagine if sixty percent came every Sunday,
    if sixty percent were eager to help,
    if sixty percent spent all of their efforts
    searching for people who needed a hug.

    What if God had sixty percent
    whose greatest concern was chasing down the other forty,
    who wanted love to always be the last word,
    who could breathe only peace, patience, kindness, gentleness, and self-control?

    What if sixty percent chose beauty to be their power?

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