This is how I imagine it will shake out in heaven.
A gay activist and a fundamentalist preacher both die and stand in judgement before God.
The gay activist says, “I helped in the acceptance of gay-marriage!”
The fundamentalist preacher says, “I helped defend the sanctity of marriage!”
God then says, “You both embarrassed me.”
As I sit here in the infusion center watching my wife and other innocent people receive chemotherapy, it occurs to me that a human being is made up of so many more important components than sexual preference.
Before you can consider sexual preference as vital you have to address the basic elements of survival; food, water, shelter, and health. This collection of people I gaze upon are all of varying age and gender, but they are all seriously challenged by what most take for granted.
In a way, this is a purer life to live. It certainly is simpler. Fighting for your life, or for the life of a loved one, has a way of eloquently streamlining what is important, and especially what is not in a person’s world view. It changes things.
Time, something you might expect to be a human constant, takes on new meaning. It is no longer measured by sunrises or sand falling through an hourglass. No, it’s now measured by poisons dripping at their own pace through a tube, or the anxious waiting until the next appointment.
Quality of life is quantified in even more boldly simple terminology; appetite, nausea, pain, insomnia, depression.
In this place, reality now is redefined as something exceptionally personal, and yet essentially shared. As people experience pain and apprehension, they turn inward, they become deeply introspective. There are so many personal realities here, but they all dwell on survival.
Nowhere in this elegant, streamlined world view is sexuality of concern. Neither is political affiliation, nationality, nor income bracket. All patients are treated with respect, and all cancer is reviled regardless of personal preference. Here, in this world view, we are all commoners before mortality, and judgements are reserved. For doctors.
I confess that when I point my new world view into the ‘real’ world, I am greatly disappointed. Battles of all kinds have drawn their distinct lines throughout society, and banners are unfurled with words like ‘sin’ and ‘hate’ snapping in the breeze. As cruel as it sounds, I almost wish an uncomfortable but nonfatal physical malady to befall all these ‘soldiers of causes’, something that re-tunes good souls to life’s most common, and still most important virtues instead of the cacophony the world has become.
Otherwise, I am afraid that our culture will stand before judgement someday and hear these words:
“You embarrassed me.”Tweet