In the past month or so, I’ve noticed a dramatic rise in the anti-gay sentiment in my church — I can’t tell if its risen since last year or I’m just more sensitive to it. I truly feel like its risen, though. Every week for a month or so, something has come up. Sometimes its open and obvious, like how the mayor of Houston subpoenaed pastors sermons (“She’s a practicing homosexual herself!”), or sometimes its cloaked in code ("Are you willing to be politically incorrect for God?"). And I guess its not the words so much as the tone that accompanies them — or maybe its both, I don’t know.
But it sounds like fear.
I have made two loaves of cinnamon raisin bread, a loaf of banana bread, and brownies from scratch. All in the past two weeks.