Romans 2:1 Therefore you are inexcusable, O man, whoever you are who judge, for in whatever you judge another you condemn yourself; for you who judge practice the same things.

FCBC/Love Singapore held their services last Sunday 29 July with the congregation of 6,000 wearing white in protest against the Pink Dot.

I reflected on a facebook posting about a gay person who had committed suicide sometime ago because of the condemnation heaped upon him by the Christian Faith. These are the innocent lambs.

The LGBT peoples have suffered a great deal. Many have committed suicide. Many have essentially lost their lives not living the full potential. We have been denied much, the freedom to be, the joy to love and to be loved. Many are living lonely and painful lives in the prison cells put up by people of faith.

I find my heart pained with grief and sorrow of lives lost and the shame and hurt personified. It was the lost of dignity and worth being treated with disdain by the whimps of bad theology of those who cared not for a soul.

The Pink Dot is very powerful as a coming out statement, but most were under 40. Many were teenagers. The new generation will not take their basic rights for granted. The Old has long gone, generations of hopes and joy dashed.

It was said that there were 26,000 people at Pink Dot. But listen closely,there was the spirit of gays long gone whose life has suffered so much. They were roaming in the midst. Their blood cries out, for justice. Their voices are heard no more a long time ago. They have yearned for this day. But they can't wear pink since they don't wear any clothes no more.

As I was reading of Pastor Lawrence Khong and his flock of 6,000 all clad in white from top to bottom, it was an unusual sight. For the white dot, only wore pink shirts and clothing. They were only partially clad in pink.

The zealous Christians were fully clad in white including white long pants which is not easy to buy.

As I was reflecting and praying before Father God, in my mind I begin to see the picture of a white gentle lamb.

I thought it was a picture of Jesus being sacrificed for the sin of the church. But I realised that Jesus the Gentle lamb has already been crucified for us. The white lambs were not Jesus.

The gentle lambs, totally white, that I saw were each of the 6,000 or more who attended the church services. It was not Jesus but the church members.

Our sins were put on Jesus Christ, who took our sins and a subsitution so that we could receive His righteousness. What sins are the gentle lambs bearing?

As I was reflecting on the story told by a pastor whose very close friend Terry had committed suicide because he was gay, I saw the penalty for his death falling upon each of the 6,000 cladded in white. They became the lambs to be sacrificed.

The suffering of the GLBT community, all the injustices, pain, lost, denied of basic rights, of entire lives lost and wasted, would fall upon each of those cladded in white. They bore the judgement of the sins committed against the GLBT community, each one of them became the white sacrificial lambs.

My heart was gladdened, for peace to come, justice is to prevail, and my pain finally borned by each of those cladded fully in white. But then I realised the massive torrent of rushing waters of incredible torment and sufferings of the GLBT community coming upon the foreheads of the gentle lambs fully cladded in white. The are bearing a deep curse. 

Then I remembered the Cross of Calvary, when Jesus cried out,"Father forgive them for they do not know what they have done". The people in white bore a terrible curse yet they know it not. 

Being gay is innate, for the only choice is to love and forgive despite loosing all because of what Christ has done in me, and in the Hope of God's grace and mercy pouring into my life in eternal glory one day in heaven when I return Home to Jesus.

I am weak, but thou art strong

Refrain

Just a closer walk with Thee,
Grant it, Jesus, is my plea,
Daily walking close to Thee,
Let it be, dear Lord, let it be.

Through this world of toil and snares,
If I falter, Lord, who cares?
Who with me my burden shares?
None but Thee, dear Lord, none but Thee.

Refrain

When my feeble life is o’er,
Time for me will be no more;
Guide me gently, safely o’er
To Thy kingdom shore, to Thy shore.

Refrain