The Sense Page - The Abominators

It seems to be in the news all the time, and even crops up in sermons here and there, regarding those filthy, filthy men and their vile abominations against God. Let's face it, God says it is an abomination, and yet they say it is okay! Does God change His mind when He declares something disgusting and putrescent? Can't we twist the Scripture, add this verse to that verse and shake them together in a bag, and get a whole new doctrine of cleanliness? That God was wrong? That perhaps God just didn't understand His own plain Truth? What's this world coming to, is what I'd like to know.

Disclaimer: This article is not for the faint-of-heart reader, and should only be read by those with over 18 years of thinking experience (and those with high blood pressure might wish to skip this one). The graphic depiction of abomination just might push some over the edge. You are forewarned.

The Abominators.

I watched. I mean, come on, I didn't WANT to watch them, but here they were, sitting directly across from me, at my picnic table, right out in the open. I mean, you think you should be safe from such things, in the middle of the day, right out in the open of any city in the world, taking your lunch break, you shouldn't have to witness such disgusting things. Should you? But here they were, sitting right across from me, getting ready to commit abomination before the Lord (and me too, for that matter).

Ted and Fred. You all know them. Come on, everyone knows them, don't they? Aren't they just out and about, literally everywhere these days? Pushing their agenda?

And do you know what really got to me? Even more than what they were, what they were doing out in the open, was the fact that they were "talking God!" Yeah. Seriously. They were saying "Jesus" and "The Lord" and "blessings," and here they were doing their foul deed. I almost vomited. That's what this world has come to, men can openly do what God calls abomination in many places -- He actually says He's coming back to kill these foul miscreants -- and yet they think they are "Saved," that they "have a relationship with Jesus," that they are going to heaven.

Ted: "I can hardly wait."

Fred: "Me too. Oh goody!"

I had watched them come walking across the grass from the Piggy Porker Deli, swinging their fancy lunch sacks, each of them greasy with fries, a big ole cola in their hands, and I knew them for what they were, immediately. Of course, they would have to plunk their plump backsides down at my table. I mean I come here everyday to eat my lunch, grab some peace, spend some good clean spiritual time with God while I eat, and now THIS.

Disgusting.

Ted: "We trying Ranch dressing today?"

Fred: "Yeah, we are! Pardner, gidd-I-say-gidd-ee-UP!"

And they giggled.

My stomach grumbled.

They looked at me. Really, the effrontery. Audacious, impertinent creeps. Then one of them did it, something I never expected. He talked to me. He actually looked me right in the eyes and talked to me.

"Would you like to join us?" Ted asked with his big horsey smile.

"No!" I snapped. Actually, I kind of squeaked. I mean, did I actually look like someone who wanted to join . . . THEM?

"It's good," Fred swore, grinning his malicious, slimey sneer. "You'll like it."

"No!" Ted butted in. "You will utterly love it. I can promise you that. And I should know what I'm talking about."

Before I could protest or declare my innocence, he actually took it out, seriously, and waved it at me. The bile rose up in my throat and I trembled with outrage.

"Put that away!" I snarled. Was he trying to tempt me? Did he think I was like HIM?

"Just open your mouth," Fred laughed, "just try a little, we can promise you will never go back!"

"We both have that much," Ted swore, "and as much as we love it, there's way too much for even us. We need to pull you in, you know, convert you. You'd be doing us a huge favor if you'll join in! Hey, it's a feast!"

I swallowed hard. "What you guys are doing is an abomination. The Bible condemns it. And if this country ever gets back to being a Christian Nation, guys like you will be taken out and stoned!" My body shook. I was seething. My voice growled. The nerve, the unblushing pride of these two!

"Oh, come on already!" snapped Fred, losing all his sense of boyish charm. "Get off your high horse! You're no better than us, oh thou holier than thou!"

"Yeah," Ted chimed in, literally sneering at me. "You, my friend, are a legalist!"

"Yeah," from Fred. "We're not under the Law!"

"You think that doesn't matter, that you're not under the Law? Don't you know what being under the Law means?" I asked them, shocked.

"Of course we know," they said as one.

"But, but, but," I stammered, staring at them in amazement. "Both of you are . . . PREACHERS!"

"That's right, we know the Scriptures!"

"You can trust us!"

"The Bible Alone!"

"But what you're doing," I pleaded with them, "is a sin. It is a SIN. God declared it a sin! What, do you think He changed His mind?"

"Silly," Fred said, going on with what he was doing, his mouth all greasy and slimey. "Don't you know that Jesus nailed His Law to the cross?"

"And without Law," said Ted, "There is no sin!"

I couldn't believe it. I almost fainted.

And they gobbled. Their paper bags were ripped, french fries were strewn literally everywhere, and they just went at it, munching, biting, chewing, slobbering, like two disgusting animals that don't know any better. And as they ate they kept saying "how good it was" and that I "just didn't know what I was missing!"

I didn't want to know, let me tell you that. I was about to get up and stomp away when Ted reached across a greasy hand and seized my wrist.

"Jesus declared this clean!" Ted burped.

"So did Peter," Fred said, talking with his mouth full.

I expected a lightning bolt to strike at any moment. I had to get away from them, because what if it was spreading? What if by being next to these two disgustingly immoral men, I too was infected? What if I started wanting what they wanted? Me, who never dreamed of wanting such a thing? What if it was like a virus, or like an infestation of worms?

"God says He's coming back to destroy people who are doing what you are doing!" I told them, quoting from Isaiah 66. It was so clear. How could they do what they were doing, openly, without fear of God's wrath?

"That's the Old Testament," Ted said, grinning.

"Yep, and we do mean OLD," Fred agreed.

They both had THINGS sticking out from between their teeth. I almost imagined the things wriggling. Crawling in and out. How did the old kiddy chant go?

The worms crawl in,

the worms crawl out,

in your tummy and

out your mouth!

Gruesome. Morbid. Foul. Unclean. Filthy.

Abomination.

If God declares it "abomination" in His Holy Word, can it be wrong? Does God change His mind? Did God just not understand, and backpedal. Is the Bible riddled with errors?

I didn't hate these two guys, as foul as they were. I loved them, really (okay, so not in THAT way). I wanted to help them.

"In Isaiah 66 it says they have chosen their own ways, and their soul delighteth in their abominations," I said, very gently, with love.

"That's the Law, that's what it's talking about, and we're not under the Law!" they sad, as one, then looked at each other, comically, and then they both burst into giggles.

"Preach it brother!" Ted said.

"Glow ray, glow ray, glow ray," Fred said, and it took me a couple of puzzled seconds to realize he was saying "glory" in some other language.

The the Lord spoke to my heart, and the Holy Spirit gave me the words to speak, straight from the Bible, straight from Isaiah, the same book and chapter I'd been pleading from only seconds before, but now I spoke with authority and boldness:

For, behold, the LORD will come with fire, and

with his chariots like a whirlwind, to render his

anger with fury, and his rebuke with flames of

fire. For by fire and by his sword will the LORD

plead with all flesh: and the slain of the LORD

shall be many. They that sanctify themselves,

and purify themselves in the gardens behind

one tree in the midst, eating swine's flesh,

and the abomination, and the mouse, shall

be consumed together, saith the LORD. For I

know their works and their thoughts: it shall

come, that I will gather all nations and tongues;

and they shall come, and see my glory.

Isaiah 66:15-18

Ted blinked, and a big chunk of meat fell out of his mouth. But seeing his distress, Fred slapped his shoulder.

"You are soooooooooo lost," Fred said, looking across the table at me. "You can't read His Word, not like us. To you it is just mish-mash. You pick and choose. But Ted and I aren't under the Law. To us there is no sin. You can quote your little bible all day long, it won't matter to us."

"No sir, it won't," Ted said.

"Plus, plus, plus," Fred said, blinking his eyes rapidly, stuttering up a storm, "There's Peter, and his vision, and Peter was head of the church, don't forget, don't you forget that! Peter knows, and we know Peter."

"Peter interpreted his vision," I said, sighing loudly. "Peter said his vision was about the Gentiles, that it was okay to go to them, to sit with them, that the death of Jesus had cleansed even them. Peter interpreted his vision for us!"

"Well," Ted said, "he did a purty poor job of it, didn't he?"

"That's right," said Fred. "We are more enlightened. We know better than them old Bible dudes, don't we Ted?"

"Yeah, they're dead," Ted said.

"The Bible says that whatever we do here on Earth, it is done in heaven, and we have declared this A-okay, okay?" said Fred.

"Don't you know the Good News?" Ted said. "The Good News is we can eat anything we want."

"I'll give a big AMEN to that, Ted," said Fred.

I had never met two men so carnal as these. They were all about the flesh, the Gospel of Flesh, these two "preachers."

"But Romans 14:17 says that the Kingdom of God is not about eating meat," I said, thinking that despite their carnality, I might yet break through and get them to think.

Ted actually put his fingers in his ears. "Ain't tryin' t'heah dat!" he said, thinking he was funny.

"Stop judging us," said Fred, throwing a french fry at me.

"Yeah, what's up with that?" Ted said. "You're no better than us. None of us is perfect. Just do your best and let God do the rest!"

Just as they were finishing their ham sandwiches, Ted and Fred caught sight of something so terrible it nearly caused them to choke.

"Look at THAT!" they shouted as one.

I turned and saw two men walking across the lawn toward the Piggy Porker Deli. And they were holding hands. One man had on what looked like a pink "chemise" on his brawny bare arms.

"That is disgusting," said Fred.

"Absolute abomination," Ted said.

"God hates it, and so should we," said Fred.

"No, God hates THEM, and so should we," Ted said.

"Come on, let's follow them, see if they do anything horrible, maybe we can reach them, you know, preach some Law at them?" said Fred.

"You coming, Jed?" Ted said.

I said no. Decidedly no.

"Come on," said Fred, "You're wasting your time with Jed, in his sins he's dead."

Ted started jogging to catch up with Fred. He looked over his shoulder at me for one last sneer.

"Legalist!" he called back at me.

I watched as the two carnal men followed the other two men into the Piggy Porker Deli. I shook my head. They were all so lost. It was sad.

Just then a leggy brunette in too-tight jeans walked by my table. I swallowed hard, rose, and followed her. What could it hurt? You know, I'd just walk behind her for a while. Take in the sights? What could a wee bit of wishful thinking hurt? At least God never called looking at a woman in tight jeans, um, abomination, um, did He? (What can it hurt, as long as my wife doesn't find out?) Plus God is sovereign, right? He can change His mind anytime He wants to.

Hey, none of us is perfect. I have it on pretty good authority.

* * *

They pick and choose, don't they? It is fine to judge this group, because God calls it an abomination. But not us, oh no, never us, because we ain't undah de Law, is we? Only they is, ain't dey? Them boys that love boys, youch, what God must think. Come on, God does not change His mind. But us slamming down the flesh of swine, that's fine, because God changed His mind, correcto?

It's something, about sense, you know? It pretty much makes sense. Anyone can do it -- THINK, I mean. You just have to make an effort, to see through the propaganda, the slogans, buzz words, "thinkless" speech, knee-jerk reactions and angry, bitter rhetoric. Try it, thinking, what have you got to lose in a crazy, crazy world?

What's this world coming to, anyway, is what I'd like to know.

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