The Bear is proud to announce that, as of today's homily, his parish is officially "gay and lesbian" friendly. You see, father said that "gay and lesbian" people were "welcome."
Funny things, words. Now "welcome" could mean -- as the Bear's mate took it -- that persons struggling with same-sex attraction, and trying to remain chaste are welcome to the field hospital with the rest of us sinners.
But when you single "gay and lesbian" people out for "welcome," the Bear hears something different. He hears in this "welcome" that men and women who identify themselves with serious vice are invited to come in with no expectation at all of changing. That's who they are, you see. The Bear is the one who must change, the culture, the Church, God Himself.
So is the Bear mean and unwelcoming?
Yes, when it comes to pulling the Church down around his furry ears. He is extremely unwelcoming of that.
In fact, he is so unwelcoming of homosexuality that any institution that welcomes it can do without a hundred bucks a week, starting with the envelope the Bear intercepted before it reached the basket today. It will be put to good use elsewhere.
What's next? We welcome adulterers? A special shout out to pedophiles? If people who prefer sex with members of their own sex wish to join the fight against sin everyone else in the Church is fighting, then no one will be more welcoming than the Bear.
But if they want to claim a special exemption from morality and undermine the bedrock sexual teachings of the Church as "gay Catholics," the Bear will not be a friend.
Nobody enjoys an unfriendly Bear.
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