The world has dubbed this month, “Pride Month”, as an avenue for those of the LGBTQI+ community to express their “pride” and celebrate the lifestyle they have chosen. Through a unified effort, we find ourselves amidst a barrage of pride signs, rainbows, and commercials tailored to fit the universal agenda of normalizing the LGBTQI+ lifestyle. Last year, in the month of June, Maranda and I were fortunate to visit Savanah, Georgia. As we passed by one of the oldest church buildings in the country inhabited by one of the largest denominations in the world, we noticed that a rainbow flag was draped above the door of entry. A colorful warning to those entering the building that the agenda of the LGBTQI+ movement was supported. I was appalled at the shameless show of support. We live in a world that is attempting to redefine terminologies and symbols to use for sinful pursuits and causes. How can we teach our children to love others and rightly handle the prideful activities of this movement? Let me suggest that it begins with defining simple terminology, along with an effort to teach them the fundamentals of the holy scriptures.   First, let’s teach them about pride. The world defines pride as a deep pleasure or satisfaction in one’s achievements, qualities, or decisions. However, God defines pride as sin. In fact, one of the seven things that the Lord hates is pride, (Proverbs 8:13). This is the same pride that is celebrated amongst those of the …

As ham sandwiches go, it was perfection. A thick cut of ham, a toasted bun, crispy lettuce, a juicy slice of tomato, and plenty of expensive gourmet mustard. The corners of his mouth were aching with anticipation to sink his teeth into the tasty slice of bliss. It was a beautiful day outside, with the sun shining and the birds singing, so he picked up his six-week-old son in one hand, the sandwich in the other, and headed to the picnic table in the backyard. As he reached for his ham sandwich, he noticed a streak of mustard on his fingers. He had no napkin, so he licked the mustard off… only it wasn’t mustard. Throughout the ages, no man has put a baby down faster than him, as he sprinted toward the sink with his tongue protruding. With a washcloth in both hands, he did the routine of the shoeshine guys… only he cleaned his tongue so strenuously that it sparkled after he was done. Later, his wife said to him, “Now, you know why they call that mustard “Poupon.”  That poor father had a bad taste in his mouth. The type of taste that one, simply, must spit out! I remember a story about some brethren who once put a bad taste in the mouth of Jesus, the church at Laodicea, (Revelation 3:14-22). They were had become rich, but had forgotten that, without God, they were pitiable, poor, blind, and naked, (v. 17). They had clothed themselves in …