Sometimes, like in this article, this phrase is nothing more than a guise to serve and confirm our own self-centered interests. Other times, though well-meaning, this phrase means nothing more than “I feel for you, but I’ll probably forget to actually pray about it”:
Things are not so innocuous in the adult version. “I prayed about it,” adult-style, is invoked when Scripture clearly teaches one thing and the person wants to do another. For example, a Christian woman is (somehow!) granted that coveted spiritual exception to marry an unbeliever. When challenged by her friends, she says: “I prayed about it.” Or another follower of Christ is startled to hear the Spirit say a resounding “YES, you can move in with your girlfriend,” or “YES, you can leave your spouse, because, after all, I want you to be happy.”
…The sexual identity label has become a method of reducing individuals to a micro narrative of sexual orientation. In man’s created need to transcend himself, this self-referencing label creates a personal crisis of identity and purpose.
This sexual identity crisis has breached the church where labels such as “gay Christian” and “gay celibate Christian” are becoming more commonly used and accepted. Some Christians with same-sex attractions now say the evolution of common vernacular makes it acceptable to adopt these terms as accurately describing their experience. But are such labels compatible with our identity in Christ? Do they draw us closer to Christ? Here are six points for us to consider.
The gospel is a great humbler, empowering us with such confidence that we become clear-minded about ourselves, as Paul urges in Romans 12:3. Compare and contrast these two stories.
Spotted by My Modern Met, these disturbing images of the everyday lives of a group of extremely muscular kids captured by Belgian photographer Kurt Stallaert for his personal projectBodybuilder’s World may look real, but they’re not — and thank goodness for that. His photos — which provoke the viewer in a way that recalls German photographer Martin Schoeller’s portraits of female bodybuilders — are actually doctored, grafting the ripped bodies of professional gymgoers onto the faces of angelic children. Works of fiction or not, the end result is pretty unsettling, don’t you think?