Seventh of 7 Prayers for Marriage: Under the Rainbow
‘The greatest figures of prophecy and sanctity step forth out of the darkest night.’ – St. Edith Stein
Maybe it was my expectation. I have fought hard for marriage, especially in the last five years. I have endured church after church politely refusing to take a stand for marriage on the basis of ‘love’. On a cold spring morning, I was looking for an adrenal blast of solidarity with thousands of like-minded ones.
As we rode the subway to the Capitol, I thought the swell of passengers were fellow warriors. Wrong. I counted two others getting off with us as we exited for the rally. Some came, a few thousand at best. Yet we seemed ragged and disjointed, an underwhelming army that barely enveloped the huge podium.
Then we marched, bravely holding our signs (‘Kids need a Mom and Dad’) and our tongues from lashing back at the screamers. I took a shortcut to get a better view of things. Away from the march, I encountered a handful of white, well-heeled professionals en route to work who looked with disgust at my sign and me. One of them scowled: ‘You’re stupid…you’re gay!!!’ Thoughtful political commentary…
As we turned the corner in front of the Supreme Court steps, our numbers seemed to swell as the path narrowed. I turned around and saw currents of ethnicities: streams of Africans, Hispanics and Asians who marched with dignity and humility in unison with their churches. White marchers like me were few; we were bland dots in a rich sea of America’s real diversity.
The empowered white folk were gay activists on the sidewalks flanking us and shouting: ‘Gay straight, black white, marriage is a civil right…’ The preppy good looks of the activists belied any authentic history with civil rights battles. I looked upon my fellow soldiers with new admiration: devout Christians of many tribes and tongues honoring God’s image and a nation for which they are grateful.
My fine friends at Regeneration with whom I marched–Bob Ragan and Josh Glazer—concurred. We, not the ever-morphing GLBT, are the real rainbow, a river of multi-colored currents flowing from the same Source and heading home to that Source.
As surely as the Bride longs for the Bridegroom, so we His people march for His image–one man committed to one woman—to be honored in the land. We must band together as wickedness grows.
The powerbrokers have abandoned us for other gods. Anyone who takes a stand for marriage loses power. When did an aspiring writer, artist, politician or popular churchman, for that matter, last take a bold stand for real marriage? We have taken up the traditions of men and have forsaken God’s (Mk 7:8).
God is mocked but not discouraged. He lives generously with those whose power is only Him. For His sake, I shall march for marriage all my days. I shall do so with a limp. And with the humble who have always been the minority. We are never mightier than when we stand together and He alone is our strength.
‘I know your deeds. See, I have placed before you an open door that no-one can shut. I know that you have little strength, yet you have kept My word and not denied My Name.’ (Rev. 3: 8)
‘Our weaknesses were turned to strength, and we became powerful in battle, routing foreign armies.’ (Heb. 11:34)
‘Father, Your Son is risen and we rise with Him in this season of new life. May His Life infuse us afresh as we march forward in a new season of battle. Thank You for endowing our little efforts with the power that catapulted You from the tomb. Keep our eyes fixed on Your absolute sufficiency. May we refuse every demonic scheme to divide and conquer the faithful. Empower our efforts to maintain the unity of Your Spirit in the bond of peace.’
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