I received an email from Duane Motley’s “New Yorkers for Constitutional Freedoms” ministry in the last week or so. In it there was a call to action sent out to ministers of the Gospel to go to Albany next week and lobby against recent developments surrounding our governor’s decision to make NYS agencies recognize gay “marriages” that were established in other places. In doing so Governor Paterson bypassed the legislative process and made New York recognize these unions. And I thought, “I’ve had enough.” Our state continues to decline in so many ways, economically and otherwise, and yet our state government seems bent on making our state just that much more abhorrent to the Lord. It’s not enough that we allow unborn children to be killed on a very regular basis, protecting the practice of shedding innocent blood. But to call a homosexual union “marriage”, to redefine what has been established for thousands of years in all societies and clearly defined in our own country’s history and laws; it’s just enough. It’s time to speak up clearly and say no. Now don’t get me wrong. We need to love every person who calls themselves gay or lesbian. There’s a big difference between the issue and the persons involved. God’s Son was given for them as well as us. But to call right that which is so obviously wrong; we have to answer this well. I’m going to Albany next week and I pray that I join a thousand other ministers there to speak up for right and against that which is wrong. PB
Archive for June, 2008
I had a great experience yesterday, one you wouldn’t necessarily think was great, but it was. My grandmother and grandfather Plummer were the center of our rather large extended family during my growing up years. Our home town was just outside of Albany, a suburb called Delmar. My grandfather, Papa, my Dad and my Uncle Dave started and maintained a garden store and nursery business there. It was the family business. So we were all very close. Papa died when I was attending college in the mid ’70’s and many things changed, but Nana, my grandmother, remained the queen bee of our family. Until early Sunday morning when she died at the age of 101. Now, I don’t get back to Delmar very often anymore, it’s just so busy here with family and church, but Nana had wanted me to do her funeral when that time came. So with our family we went to Albany on Monday to plan for Nana’s funeral on Tuesday. Bottom line was, it was a great experience. Nearly all our family was there; that was great in itself. But the best thing was preaching to our whole family at the funeral home and the graveside. It was so good to talk about Nana’s life, what she was like, to laugh at some of the many stories she created just by living. But then, at the end of it all, I was able to share with my family the love and sacrifice of Jesus on the Cross. I was so thankful to have their full attention and for them to hear what I had to say. My aunt surprised me though, in a good way. She said that she hears the message every week as she attends Saddleback Church in California with her son and daughter in law! And she was so positive in her response to the Gospel! It couldn’t have been better. Afterward we went to a cousin’s home to be together and visit. I spent time with and introduced my kids to so many relatives they didn’t know they had. And as we drove home it was hard for me not to be happy-teary at how the Lord blessed the day. And blessed me with a family experience I couldn’t have even asked for, because it was too good to have imagined. Thank you Lord Jesus, it made me so grateful to you for what You did there. And with what you yet have in mind.