In the mid-1990’s, I lived within walking distance of a Midwestern university. This proximity allowed me to interact with students in many unique ways.
One such happening occurred after I felt an urge to visit the LGBT campus group. Although I had never visited the group or even knew where it was, I figured it would be an exciting venture. So, to spice things up a notch or two, I wore my JESUS baseball cap.
The group’s office was located at the end of a hallway. The door was open and I walked in.
“Hi everyone, what’s happening,” I said to a group of seven or eight college students who had their backs turned away from the entrance.
They all rotated to look at me. Then, they noticed my cap and the discussions began.
“You’re a Christian, huh? Just what we needed on a Friday afternoon,” said a young woman, rolling her eyes.
“Do you believe homosexuality is a sin?” asked a muscular man who walked up to me, his face just inches from mine.
“Yes, I do,” I said.
The man then recited a litany of verses which he believed proved that homosexuality was not a sin. I cut him off.
“Whoa! You can turn the Bible upside down, cut out verses, paste new ones in, and do whatever you want to do, but when all is said and done, homosexuality will still be a sin,” I said. “But then again, I have the same problem with my pride. God hates it and I love it. Yet, it’s still a stinking sin in His eyes.”
Then I added, “By the way, did anyone notice my sin of pride when I walked in here?”
“Yeah,” said a young man. “It certainly does stink.”
Everyone laughed and we introduced ourselves. The conversations proceeded here and there without focusing on anything in particular. The students were fun and likable to be around.
After a while, the group broke up, with some heading to classes and two going into another room for a closed-door meeting. Only one young man, named Sal, remained. As I stood there, wondering what would happen next, I had a quick vision of Sal.
“You’re a Christian, huh?” I asked.
“Well, I was,” he whispered. His dark eyes looked down at the floor.
“I just had a vision of you at a church with people laying hands on you and praying for you. One person prophesied that you were called to be a prophet. Is that true?”
“Yes, I attended a church with my mom and a person did prophesy that calling to me.”
“What are you going to do about your calling?” I asked.
Sal looked at me like I was the dumbest person on earth. “Hey man, I’ve committed an unpardonable sin. I’m a homosexual. My mama won’t even talk to me anymore.”
I smiled. “Sal, I have good news for you.”
Then, I proceeded to teach him about grace and how his salvation had nothing to do with his character, but rather on the finished work of the cross. In order for him to ever lose his eternal salvation, all of the works of the cross had to be reversed in Jesus, first of all, and then in him. In other words, it ain’t ever happening.
When I finished, Sal smiled. I shook his hand and left.
Over the years, I’ve wondered about Sal. Is he free of the homosexual lifestyle? Is he serving God? Has his relationship with his mom been restored?
I don’t have answers for these questions. All I have is a hope that the Lord who healed the lepers of His day would do the same today.