I came across a story today that left me a little perplexed on how to feel. The story starts with a familiar tragedy: a son tells his mother he’s gay and the mother boots him out of the house. The twist comes when the boy’s grandfather penned a letter to the mother disowning her for her cruelty. Here’s that letter:
But I’m sad to see hate, as infused by a supposed religion of love, tearing families apart. This is what faith has given us. So I celebrate the grandfather not being consumed by the same love-destroying influences as his daughter. Even so, I still lament the whole situation. This is what I will think about every time a Christian implies or asserts that Christianity has the monopoly on family values. Absolutely wrong. This is what Christianity can do to families and somehow still manage to call it “love”.