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I went to dinner last night with a couple of guys who are starting seminary with me this fall.  I don’t know them very well, but I invited them to join me for a drink at Bar Louie.  We had a good time talking about the Gospel and necessity of its clear proclamation.

We also talked about the Church’s response(s) to homosexuality.  And we talked about our dating types.  One of them asked me mine…and I pretty well shut up.  I described the girl I’d liked in college because, in all truthfulness, she does tend to represent an ideal for a potential mate to me.  But I wasn’t forthright about my attractions.  I hesitated and then back-pedaled.

Why did I do that? Was I afraid of being dismissed?  Was it that I don’t want to be “that guy?”

Yes to both, I think.

But if previous rhetoric I’ve used is to be believed, my story isn’t mine…it’s Christ’s.  Should I not be willing to be maligned by others in testifying to God’s redemptive work on the cross?  Do I really care what these guys think enough to withhold my testimony?

Apparently, I do.

I’m not saying I’ve denied Him.  But I certainly placed what people think of me above the greatness of God’s work on my behalf.  It was probably along the lines of a sin of omission.  But it was most certainly a sin.

The good news is that Christ came to save sinners.  Lord, have mercy on me, a sinner.

If I only had the nerve...