It was a simple graveside service marked by great dignity and compassion. Around two hundred people gathered and stood under the trees in the gentle Oklahoma morning to mark the passing of a good man. Family members, friends and local business people all gathered to pay their final respects.
He was laid to rest in the perfectly manicured family plot of one of that small village's most prominent families. The plot is surrounded by giant, native oak trees and sits in the shadow of venerable old Pine Mountain.
The sermon, while handled with great tact, was powerful. At the request of the family, the Gospel was presented and an invitation offered. As the invitation was offered, the quiet of the otherwise still morning was suddenly broken by a gentle, steady wind in the treetops. a sign of the movement of the Holy Spirit to the faithful. After the sermon, two people quietly announced to the pastor that they had made spiritual decisions.
After the service, we were invited to lunch at a nearby church. When we arrived, a banquet room had been been set up for us with real china, silver, stemware and cloth napkins. The meal was as good as any caterer could have provided. After we ate, an incredibly talented eleven year old family member sang for us. I was so impressed with her performance that I gave her the ukulele that I carry around in the car to play at odd moments. She was extremely grateful and several sweet, little girl hugs were offered. Her smile alone was worth the trip.
As I looked around the room, I couldn't help but marvel at the group. The majority of the crowd consisted of four generations of the same family. There were successful business people, respected athletes, long time educators and three generations of girls who sang like angels from the cradle ... a host of good, solid, small town folks, all the progeny of one man and one woman.
I remember that man and woman fondly. In quiet moments, I can still see them in my mind, him sitting in his chair reading his Bible and smoking his pipe after work, her in the kitchen turning out meal after fabulous meal for her hungry brood and whoever else was around at mealtime. It was a humble home but a solid one. It was a pious home but a fair one. He was not afraid to apply the principles of the Bible to the backside of his sometimes rambunctious offspring and she was not afraid to the apply the same biblical principles to soothe ruffled spirits and mend broken hearts.
As I drove up the turnpike on the way back to Tulsa, a deep, deep anger built within me. How dare the United States Supreme Court equate the filthy things that two homosexuals do to each other with the blessed, holy, marital union that those two godly people shared. Adam and Steve will never produce four generations of the most solid people in a community. Ellen and Elaine will never bless multiple generations by being Godly people. Nature itself will not allow it. That is why that until just a few years ago, the things that homosexuals do to each other were truthfully called "crimes against nature."
Make no mistake. If America does not rise up and crush the cultural jihad against marriage being waged by the homosexual rights movement, our nation, our culture and even our families are doomed and gatherings like we attended yesterday will die with our generation.
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