Why I’ll Be Unapologetically Straight, Biblical, and Loud About It
Welcome to the Rainbow Circus
Ah yes, June. The month where sin gets its own parade and corporations slap rainbows on their logos faster than you can say "Romans 1." You can’t buy a chicken sandwich, watch a kid’s cartoon, or scroll social media without being blasted by a confetti cannon of pride—pride in what? Confusion? Lust? Rebellion dressed in sequins?
Let’s not pretend this is about love. This is about cultural idolatry. This is the golden calf of our age—except instead of molten gold, it’s made of hashtags, TikTok dances, and marketing campaigns. And the masses bow down. Every June, we watch the world roll out the glittery carpet for the very things that grieve the heart of God. And Christians? Well, some have decided to join the parade. Others stay silent, sipping their rainbow coffee cups with eyes politely averted.
But not me. Not this year. Not ever.
“This June I will continue to be so aggressively heterosexual that even more heterosexual people are created, thus furthering the quest to outnumber and ultimately defeat the gays. Who’s with me?” —Brian Sauvé
(Let that simmer.)
Listen—before your eyebrows break orbit, let me make this painfully clear: This isn’t about hatred. It’s about truth. It’s about refusing to coddle sin because the world told us it’s fashionable. It’s about standing on Scripture while everyone else is doing interpretive dance around Leviticus. It’s about reminding this culture that real love doesn’t cheer for people as they march toward hell—it calls them to turn around.
You want a revolution? Good. So did the Reformers. And they lit one by reclaiming the Word of God against the corrupt powers of their day. Well, here we are again. Different golden calf, same rebellion. Same call to stand.
So, buckle up. This blog isn’t for the squeamish or the seeker-sensitive. This is for the warriors who know that truth isn’t always popular—but it is always powerful. We’re going to stomp on the idol, mock it like Elijah at Mount Carmel, and then raise up the standard of Christ for all to see.
Because pride comes before a fall. And there’s only one throne that matters.
Pride Is Not a Virtue—It’s a Vice
Let’s start with a simple, inconvenient truth: pride is not a fruit of the Spirit. It’s not a virtue. It’s not a badge of honor. It’s a sin. In fact, it’s the original sin—the sin that turned Lucifer into Satan. And now, somehow, we’re parading it down Main Street with rainbow floats and drag queens in angel wings. You couldn’t script a more ironic blasphemy if you tried.
The Bible doesn’t whisper about pride. It shouts. Loudly. Over and over again. Proverbs 8:13: “Pride and arrogance and the way of evil and perverted speech I hate.” Proverbs 16:18: “Pride goes before destruction, and a haughty spirit before a fall.” That’s not poetry—it’s prophecy. It’s not God being dramatic—it’s God being holy.
You can spray-paint it in pastels, blast show tunes over it, and package it in Instagram reels, but pride is still a stench in the nostrils of the Almighty. It’s rebellion masquerading as identity. It’s the creature shaking its fist at the Creator and saying, “You don’t get to tell me who I am. I do.”
And here’s the worst part: the modern church, in a desperate bid for cultural relevance, has stopped calling pride a sin and started calling it someone’s story. We’ve traded biblical clarity for emotional manipulation. We’ve replaced conviction with compassion theater. Because apparently, the 11th Commandment is now, “Thou shalt not offend,” and the other ten don’t matter.
But here’s the deal: God never called us to be liked. He called us to be holy. And if holiness means being hated by a world that worships itself, so be it. That’s not failure—it’s faithfulness.
Pride Month isn’t about rights or love or tolerance. It’s about moral rebellion and spiritual blindness being applauded by a world that’s too far gone to blush. It’s Babel 2.0, but this time with merch.
The call of the church isn’t to march alongside Sodom—it’s to warn it. To call people out of the fire, not decorate the furnace. If we won’t name pride as sin, we’ve already lost the plot. Because you cannot preach a Savior to people who don’t believe they need saving.
Let’s be clear: you can’t celebrate what God condemns and call it love. You can’t wave the banner of pride and claim the name of Christ. One will bow to the other. And only one of them ends in glory.
So, no—I won’t be celebrating Pride Month. I’ll be repenting of the ways I’ve been too cowardly to speak up. I’ll be raising my kids to know that pride is the road to ruin. I’ll be praying that this nation wakes up before it’s too late.
And I’ll be reminding anyone who will listen: Pride isn’t a virtue. It’s a vice. And God still hates it.
The Rainbow Wasn’t Meant for That
Let’s get one thing straight—literally. The rainbow is not a symbol of sexual liberation, gender confusion, or TikTok trends gone wild. It’s a covenant. A promise. A divine sign from God Himself that He would never again flood the earth in judgment, even though humanity keeps handing Him reasons to reconsider.
Genesis 9 is clear. After the flood, God hung the rainbow in the sky—not as a celebration of human pride, but as a reminder of divine mercy. It’s His bow, His sign, His promise. Not yours. Not mine. And certainly not the mascot for every form of rebellion against His created order.
So when the modern world hijacks that sacred symbol and plasters it over everything from cereal boxes to police cars, it’s not a bold step forward—it’s a cosmic facepalm. It’s the creature flipping the Creator the bird while wearing His covenant like a costume.
Imagine ancient Israel turning the Ark of the Covenant into a parade float for Baal. That’s the level of absurdity we’re dealing with. This isn’t just misappropriation—it’s mockery.
And it’s not neutral. It’s not harmless. It’s not “just colors.” It’s a spiritual declaration of war. The rainbow used to remind the world that God restrains His judgment. Now it's being used to dare Him to bring it.
But here’s the kicker: He won’t flood the world again. That’s the promise. But He will come with fire. (2 Peter 3:10–12, anyone?) The next time judgment falls, it won’t be with water—it’ll be with wrath.
So yes, the rainbow still means something. It means God is patient. It means He’s merciful. But it also means judgment is real, sin is serious, and rebellion has a shelf life.
When the rainbow flies over a nation that celebrates what God condemns, don’t mistake it for approval. It’s not God’s applause. It’s His restraint.
And restraint has limits.
Use His symbol as your banner of rebellion if you want. But just know—it won’t hold back the fire.
The rainbow isn’t yours. It never was.
Love Is Love? Define Your Terms
"Love is love." That’s the slogan, right? Slapped on yard signs, hashtags, and glittery t-shirts—as if repeating it enough times makes it true. It’s the modern equivalent of a theological pacifier. It soothes the conscience without ever satisfying the soul.
But here’s the thing: biblical love isn’t vague, squishy, or self-defined. It’s not affirming sin. It’s not celebrating confusion. And it’s certainly not bending God’s Word to accommodate fallen desires.
Let’s be very clear: Love is not love. God is love. (1 John 4:8) And that changes everything.
Because when God defines love, it comes with structure. It comes with holiness. It comes with boundaries. It rebukes sin. It disciplines the ones it loves (Hebrews 12:6). It’s not love if it cheers you on while you destroy yourself. That’s called negligence. Or cowardice. Or both.
Scripture Speaks
Jesus said, “If you love Me, you will keep My commandments.” (John 14:15) Paul wrote, “Love does not rejoice at wrongdoing, but rejoices with the truth.” (1 Corinthians 13:6) And again, “Let love be genuine. Abhor what is evil; hold fast to what is good.” (Romans 12:9)
This isn’t Hallmark theology. This is divine instruction. Real love hates evil. It doesn’t parade it.
So when two men or two women profess “love” and demand the church’s blessing, we must ask: Is it love if it defies God’s design? Is it love if it contradicts creation? Is it love if it damns souls?
Spoiler alert: No. It’s not.
The Reformers Had No Patience for This Nonsense
John Calvin, in his commentary on Romans 1, didn’t mince words:
“So great is the depravity and corruption of nature, that it cannot but rush headlong to every kind of evil. And when God lets go the reins, nothing is too monstrous for men.”
Martin Luther, writing in his lectures on Genesis:
“The reason why homosexuality is so offensive is not only because it is contrary to nature, but because it mocks the very image of God in male and female.”
These men didn’t entertain the idea of redefining love. They knew that to separate God’s holiness from His love is to preach a false god altogether.
God’s Love Isn’t Permission
The modern church, in its attempt to be loving, has actually become lazy. By refusing to define love according to Scripture, we’ve made it a tool for manipulation. “If you loved me, you’d accept me.” No—if I loved you, I’d tell you the truth, even if it hurts. Because better a wound from a faithful friend than a kiss from an enemy (Proverbs 27:6).
God’s love is covenantal—He binds Himself to His people and transforms them. He doesn’t just forgive sin; He breaks its power. Love that leaves someone unchanged isn’t love. It’s affirmation on a fast-track to destruction.
Gospel Love Is a Call to Die
Jesus didn’t say, “Follow your heart.” He said, “Deny yourself, take up your cross, and follow Me.” (Luke 9:23) That includes your desires, your identity, your sexuality—everything. There is no version of Christianity where you get to keep your sin and claim His name.
So no, “love is love” isn’t good enough. It’s a hollow slogan. A counterfeit gospel. A sentimental smokescreen for sin.
Let’s call it what it is:
Love is not love. God is love. And that means truth matters. Holiness matters. And telling the truth about sin islove.
Everything else is just rainbow-colored cowardice.
Exalting the Patriarchy, Biblically Speaking
Brace yourself, because we’re going to use the P-word. No, not that one. The other one—Patriarchy.
Cue the gasps, pearl-clutching, and triggered seminary dropouts. Because nothing offends modern sensibilities quite like a man unapologetically leading his household, loving his wife as Christ loves the Church, and raising children in the fear and admonition of the Lord. Nothing sends progressives into spasms of performative outrage quite like—wait for it—a biblical man.
But here’s the truth: patriarchy isn’t a curse. It’s not a leftover from some dark, oppressive past. It’s a creation ordinance—woven into the very fabric of Genesis before the Fall ever happened.
“So God created man in His own image, in the image of God He created him; male and female He created them.” — Genesis 1:27
Two sexes. Not optional. Not interchangeable. Not a spectrum. Designed with purpose, roles, and glory.
Headship Is Not Tyranny—It’s Covenant
The Bible doesn’t give men headship as a weapon to dominate. It gives them federal representation—a sacred charge to represent, protect, and provide. As Adam stood before God in the garden, he stood not only for himself but for all humanity. When he fell, we all fell in him. That’s patriarchy. That’s headship. That’s why Christ, the second Adam, had to come as a man to undo the curse.
“For as in Adam all die, so also in Christ shall all be made alive.” — 1 Corinthians 15:22
Men are not optional. Masculinity is not toxic. It is necessary. God-ordained. Covenant-bound.
Women Aren’t Less—They’re Glorious
Let’s be clear: patriarchy is not a declaration of male superiority. It’s a declaration of order. Women are not called to be men. They are not failed men. They are image-bearers, nurturers, life-givers, glory-reflectors. When women embrace their God-given role, they don’t disappear—they shine.
“The woman is the glory of man.” — 1 Corinthians 11:7
In a world drunk on egalitarian poison, the church needs to be sober. Men and women are equal in value—but distinct in role. That’s not oppression. That’s beauty. That’s design. That’s Scripture.
The Bridegroom and the Bride: Don’t Get It Twisted
Reformed theology doesn’t just tolerate patriarchy—it requires it. Christ is the Bridegroom. The Church is the Bride. He leads. She follows. He dies for her. She submits to Him in love. That’s not outdated. That’s eternal.
So when you see a man leading his wife with humility and strength, when you see children being discipled by a father who loves God more than his paycheck, when you see a household standing firm while the world burns—it’s not toxic masculinity. It’s covenantal obedience.
You Can Mock It, But You Can’t Replace It
The modern church traded patriarchal order for feminist fads and now wonders why it's hemorrhaging men, riddled with compromise, and afraid to preach repentance. We neutered the pulpit and now wonder why the pews are empty.
But God’s design hasn’t changed. Headship is still headship. Manhood is still necessary. And patriarchy is still biblical.
So go ahead—call it sexist. Call it outdated. Call it oppressive.
We’ll call it obedience.
Because we’re not ashamed to say it: We believe in the patriarchy. And we’re raising sons to carry it forward.
Pride Month is Babel in Drag
If you thought the Tower of Babel was bad, wait until you see it with glitter, neon wigs, and TikTok sponsorships. Pride Month isn’t just rebellion—it’s organized, branded, and corporately funded rebellion. It’s spiritual confusion cranked to eleven and blasted across every billboard and browser tab.
Let’s call it what it is: Babel in Drag.
Genesis 11 shows us what happens when man tries to build a world without God. “Come, let us build ourselves a city and a tower with its top in the heavens, and let us make a name for ourselves.” (Genesis 11:4)
That’s not just architecture. That’s arrogance. That’s the same spirit animating this entire so-called “pride” movement:
- Let us make our own identities.
- Let us define our own love.
- Let us reject God’s design and build a tower of sexual autonomy tall enough to drown out His voice.
Different Paint, Same Rebellion
They’re not stacking bricks anymore—they’re stacking acronyms. LGBTQIA2S+ (and counting). Every letter another linguistic tower, reaching toward heaven in a delusional attempt to un-create what God created.
It’s theological graffiti sprayed all over God’s good order.
And what did God do at Babel? He confused their language. Sound familiar?
We now live in a world where saying “man” and “woman” requires a disclaimer. Where children are taught that gender is a feeling and biology is hate speech. Where drag queens read bedtime stories while preachers are censored for quoting Romans 1.
This is judgment. Not the kind with fire and brimstone—yet. This is the kind that looks like confusion. The kind that lets you trip over your own lies until you choke on the chaos you created.
“Claiming to be wise, they became fools…” — Romans 1:22
You Don’t Get to Rebuild the Cosmos
The Tower of Babel was God saying, “You don’t get to rewrite reality.” And yet here we are, trying again.
Gender is not a Lego set. Marriage is not a mood. Truth is not a trend.
You don’t get to reinvent the universe just because you found a new hashtag. You’re not building a better world—you’re slapping rainbow duct tape over your own spiritual decay.
The Church Must Not Play Along
Let me say this without stuttering: If your church has a rainbow flag in the sanctuary, it is no longer a church—it’s a drag bar with a fog machine and a cross.
If your pastor uses his pulpit to affirm rebellion instead of call it to repentance, he is a hireling, not a shepherd. If your denomination holds “Pride Sunday,” it has abandoned the gospel for golden calves in fishnet stockings. If your theology has evolved to the point where you need to apologize for Leviticus, Romans, and Jesus Himself, then your god is not the God of the Bible—it’s your own reflection with glitter on it.
True churches preach the whole counsel of God. They do not tuck their tails and tremble when the culture barks. They do not bow to the golden calf of sexual self-expression. They call people out of Babel, they don’t invite the parade into the pulpit.
The moment the church cozies up to Babylon, she ceases to be a bride and becomes a prostitute.
We weren’t called to be chaplains to the revolution. We were called to be prophets in the wilderness.
The call is not to blend in—it’s to stand out. To expose the lie. To speak clarity in a world drowning in confusion.
Because this modern Babel? It’s coming down. Just like the first one.
And when it does, only one Name will stand. Not LGBTQIA. Not Progress. Not Pride.
Only Jesus.
What About Grace?
Let’s settle this once and for all: grace is not your excuse to keep sinning. It’s not a hug for your rebellion. It’s not a divine participation trophy handed out by a neutered god who just wants you to feel good about yourself.
Grace is war. It’s violent. It kills your sin. It destroys your idols. It crushes your pride. And if your “grace” doesn’t leave you wrecked, humbled, and rebuilt by the sovereign mercy of Christ—then what you’ve got isn’t grace. It’s a satanic knockoff designed to keep you comfortable all the way to hell.
“I will give you a new heart, and a new spirit I will put within you. And I will remove the heart of stone from your flesh and give you a heart of flesh.” — Ezekiel 36:26
That’s not poetic fluff. That’s spiritual surgery. God doesn’t ask you to accept His grace. He invades. He conquers. He resurrects.
So stop weaponizing grace as a shield against conviction. Grace isn’t afraid of your tears. It’s not gentle with your pet sins. Grace comes with a sword and it slashes throats—not of people, but of the wickedness we’ve coddled for too long.
You think grace means Jesus just “gets you”? No—grace means He gets you and kills what’s killing you. He doesn’t nod and whisper sweet affirmations. He calls you what you are: dead, damned, and deceived. And then—by sheer blood-bought mercy—He drags you out of your grave.
Grace Isn’t Nice—It’s Irresistible
John Calvin didn’t preach bedtime-story grace. He preached grace that grabs your will by the throat and bends it to Christ.
“The grace of God does not find men fit for salvation, but makes them so.”
Martin Luther didn’t sip tea with sin:
“The grace of God does not license sin; it empowers righteousness.”
Grace doesn't pat sinners on the head. It lays them flat before the cross. It leaves you sobbing—not because you're affirmed, but because for the first time you see yourself rightly—and you're not destroyed.
Grace That Offends You Is Working
If you’re reading this and clenching your teeth, congratulations. Grace has found you. It’s not cute. It’s not calm. It’s confrontational.
It shows up like a battering ram to your moral self-esteem and tells you everything you thought was good about you is rotten.
Then it says: “I’m still here.” And it gives you Christ.
Not a gentle therapist. Not a rainbow mascot. Not a cosmic chill-bro. A King. A Lion. A Lamb slain for the arrogant fool you were born as.
That’s grace.
Not the garbage that lets men wear lipstick and call themselves pastors. Not the effeminate theology that says Jesus just wants you to feel loved while you rot in sin.
Grace is the power of God to raise the spiritually dead. And dead men don’t negotiate.
You want grace? Then come and die. Because the only thing grace affirms is the absolute necessity of a bloody cross.
This is grace that saves. And anything less is a satanic lullaby for the damned.
Call to Arms: Baby-Making Warfare
We are at war. Not a metaphorical war. A real, flesh-and-blood, boots-on-the-ground spiritual war for the very soul of creation. And the battlefield isn’t just Twitter or TikTok—it’s your dinner table, your marriage bed, your children’s minds, and your church pews.
So here’s your war cry: Marry. Multiply. Disciple. Dominate.
The culture of death celebrates sterility. It cheers for “child-free” lifestyles and genderless bodies and marriages that produce nothing but self-gratifying validation. Meanwhile, the Kingdom of God has always grown by fruitfulness—biologically, spiritually, generationally.
“Be fruitful and multiply and fill the earth and subdue it.” — Genesis 1:28
That’s not a quaint suggestion. That’s a commission. A militant mandate from the Creator Himself.
The Womb Is a Weapon
Every covenantal family that honors Christ, bears children, and raises them in the fear of God is a direct assault on the gates of hell. You want to beat the rainbow jihad? Outbreed them. Outlast them. Out-discipline them.
While they host drag story hours, we teach our sons to be men.
While they sterilize themselves for a fleeting ideology, we raise up daughters to be mothers, nurturers, builders of the home.
While they deconstruct, we construct—families, churches, legacies.
This is not about nostalgia. This is about conquest.
“Like arrows in the hand of a warrior are the children of one’s youth. Blessed is the man who fills his quiver with them!” — Psalm 127:4–5
Disciple Your House Like You Mean It
Fatherhood is warfare. Marriage is mission. The home is the forward operating base of the Kingdom of God.
Stop outsourcing your kids’ worldview to the state, the screen, or the school. It’s your job to raise them up to storm the gates.
Stop tiptoeing around masculinity as if it’s radioactive. We need men who are bold, gritty, faithful, and utterly intolerant of the emasculated garbage being pumped through culture’s veins.
We don’t need more conferences. We need more conviction. We need fathers with open Bibles and calloused hands. Mothers who build kingdoms through hospitality and discipline. Marriages that look like Christ and the Church—strong, sacrificial, and gloriously distinct.
This Is How We Win
The LGBTQIA+ cult doesn’t reproduce—it recruits. We reproduce and recruit. We build families. We preach Christ. We multiply.
They wave flags. We build civilizations.
So the next time someone asks what you’re doing this Pride Month, look them in the eye and say:
“I’m aggressively heterosexual and gloriously fruitful. I’m obeying God by raising sons and daughters who will sing louder, fight harder, and outnumber the rebellion.”
Because we don’t just resist the darkness. We replace it.
With truth. With children. With churches. With Christ.
This is our call to arms.
And heaven help the coward who lays it down.
The Pride Parade Ends in Judgment
Let’s drop the sentimentality and say what needs to be said: This parade doesn’t end with confetti—it ends with fire.
You can dress it up, wave your rainbow flags, sing about love, and shout slogans into the void—but if it marches against God, it marches toward judgment.
“Do not be deceived: God is not mocked, for whatever one sows, that will he also reap.” — Galatians 6:7
Every float, every chant, every drag performance before children, every church that flies the pride flag above the cross is stacking kindling on a bonfire of wrath. The Judge of all the earth sees it. Every pixel. Every policy. Every pulpit that refused to warn.
And He will not be silent forever.
Sodom Didn’t Get a Parade
Let’s remind ourselves of something the revisionist theologians don’t like to bring up: God already judged a pride parade. It was called Sodom. And it didn’t end well.
But Sodom didn’t flaunt its rebellion like we do. They weren’t funded by multinational corporations. They didn’t have an entire month of cultural domination. They didn’t catechize children with drag queens.
We’re worse.
Judgment Begins at the House of God
If you think this message is just for “those people out there,” think again. The soft, cowardly, compromising church will be first in line for discipline. The pastors who stayed silent to keep their salaries. The elders who chose approval over truth. The pew-sitters who smiled politely while sin strutted through the sanctuary.
“For it is time for judgment to begin at the household of God.” — 1 Peter 4:17
Silence is not neutrality—it’s betrayal.
But There’s Still Mercy
Yes, judgment is coming. But so is mercy. Because here’s the scandal of the Gospel: the very God we’ve mocked is still offering grace. Right now. Today. To the drag queen. To the porn addict. To the cowardly pastor. To the reprobate and the self-righteous alike.
But that offer doesn’t last forever.
One day, the skies will split. One day, the King will return. And on that day, the parades stop. The slogans fall silent. And every knee will bow—willingly or not.
Repent or Perish
There’s no middle road. No safe silence. No place to hide behind niceties and rainbow tolerance.
There is Christ. Or there is judgment.
So while the world chants “love is love” and prances into perdition, let the church thunder back with the only truth that saves:
“Repent, for the Kingdom of Heaven is at hand.”
This is not a call to be mean. It’s a call to be faithful. Because love warns. Love confronts. Love bleeds.
And one day, love will judge.
So blow the trumpet. Lift high the cross. And tell the truth while there’s still time.
Because the pride parade ends. And the throne room is forever.
Thanks for reading.
