You’d have thought it was a grenade.
Instead, it was only the Bible.
That's all Phil Robertson of Duck Dynasty was using as he offered a Scriptural perspective on homosexuality.
A national firestorm followed. But in the thunder of ideological gun shots, a curious scene played out in the neighborhood where my friend Jack lives.
For a couple of years, now, he's been trying to build bridges into the life of a friend across the street—let's call him Stephen. Jack relates how it's been a slow go, getting to know Stephen, trying to build into his life. Stephen is gay…and is aware of Jack’s Christian faith.
They’re friendly… wave at each other…chat in the street while collecting the mail. But that's about it. Then a year ago when some heavy snow fell, Jack—at the urging of his wife—went over to Stephen's house with a snow blower and blew out his driveway.
Stephen seemed most appreciative…and returned the favor for Jack. More snows have provided more opportunities for Jack to reach out and care for Stephen's driveway. But meanwhile…the conversations between the two of them have grown longer…more comfortable.
So there we were—as a nation—in the middle of this cultural battle over Phil Robertson. And Jack is sitting at home when someone knocks on the door. It's his neighbor, Stephen. Jack and his wife welcome him inside enthusiastically. Of all things, Stephen has brought with him a plate of homemade…extra butter…original toll house chocolate chip cookies—Jack’s favorite.
They had a great time talking together, admiring that plate of big cookies…building an even stronger bridge.
In a world grown skeptical—critical—of Christians, there will always be room for the man or woman who loves people like Jesus did. Throwing aside the labels. Throwing aside the caution…and showing real care.
Can’t wait to hear the next chapter in Jack’s story.
I’ll keep you posted.