Nothing quite grates on me more than getting lectured by ignorant atheists about what my religion actually commands of me. I complained once, I think, several weeks ago about an offensive and frankly indecent image of a group of Christians (their exact affiliation was unclear) who, at a gay pride parade, showed up to wave apologetic signs, wearing shirts emblazoned with the logo “I’m Sorry.” The obscene display so melted the hearts of the perverts on parade that one of them sauntered over, dressed in nothing but a pair of whitey-tighteys — in public — to embrace one of the sign-wavers. Their embrace was photographed and widely circulated as evidence of Christian love in action. You can see that sentiment on display at this site, where I first read of this monstrous offense against decency, and where, in the comments, an assortment of lefties and atheists who obviously don’t buy their own bullshit command us to embrace sodomy en masse in the name of “love” or… I dunno, be hypocrites or whatever the fashionable judgment of the day is. (Thankfully, this attitude doesn’t go unchallenged).
Well, no. Nope. The thing displayed in that photograph, whatever it is, isn’t love. It’s scandal. It’s the opposite of love. It destroys love; it destroys grace; and it destroys souls.
Nowhere but in the mental contortions which leftist pseudo-Christians undertake with respect to love is the modern mangling of language more clear. Listen to the subtext; these people genuinely believe that “love,” caritas, agape, the love which we mean when we say “God is love” and “God so loved the world that He sent His only begotten son, etc.” — is mere sentiment! Worse than that, mere hugging! Don’t get me wrong: sentiment is a good thing, within reason, and a blessing when ordered toward proper objects. But it is entirely irrelevant to the Christian faith. All the positive emotions in your heart won’t save you; and neither will a heart entirely emptied of affection damn you. Mere emotion is spiritually neutral at best, and insofar as it engenders unhealthy attachment to the things of the world, probably at least a modestly negative force.
The love to which we’re called is a love of the will: an act of willing what is best for another, simply for that other’s sake. Positive emotion isn’t what’s best for another; God is, and the things which are conducive to a healthy love of God. Hugging sodomites isn’t love, but admonishing them for their sins is.
Funnily enough, the philosodomite mentioned above wrote a gushing, vacuous reflection on his scandalous actions, which he concluded with: “I hugged a man in his underwear. I hugged him tightly. And I am proud.”
Proud! Aren’t you just.