"The Keyes to Homosexuality"

Eric Hogue has poised some difficult questions. In answer, is Mary Cheney a “selfish hedonist?” Is Maya Marcel-Keyes? Yes, but aren’t we all to some degree or another? Is the stain of Mary Cheney’s or Maya Marcel-Keyes’ sin more prominent than mine in God’s view? No. Is Alan Keyes reaction to his daughter’s public outing of herself as a “liberal queer” the correct one accordding to WWJD? Ouch. A highly emotionally charged issue. A family is being ripped apart in public, but I believe the tear started in private long ago. Keyes is obviously hurt and angered by his daughter’s action. But what is more obvious is that there some deeper hurt and unresolved anger flowing between Keyes and his daughter for her to want to publically rub his face in it like this.

In contrast, Mary Cheney’s avoidance of the limelight and her father’s reaction to the clumsy attempts by Captain Talltales and the ambulance chaser to politicize his daughter’s sexual mores was the epitome of Christian grace by the father. Theirs is a much deeper and stable relationship at the public surface anyway. Dick refused to use his family’s issues in the political arena no matter how much the press and Batox and the Boy Plunder tried to despicably manipulate the issue to their benefit. Of course, Mother Cheney let Batox (aka Capt. Talltales, aka John F'ing Kerry) have it after the last debate for publicly pooping in the Cheney nest. She was right to do that. It was a cheap tawdry stunt and needed to be called such.

The Cheney’s apparent reaction to daughter Mary’s walk on the wild side reminds me of the parable of the Prodigal Son (or Daughter as the case may be). The Prodigal Son took his inheritance from his father and pissed it away on wild living or in short – a sinful lifestyle. The father let him do it. He certainly didn’t hogtie him to stop him. Yet, when the son had lost everything and had to take the most menial job available (slop hogs) to even survive, his father gleefully accepted him home with a party when the son finally came to his senses. The joy was in that his son “was lost, but now is found.” The parable, of course, is that God the Father will always accept you back from the wilderness if only you choose to return to Him.

If an offspring demands, insists upon kicking and screaming to have their way even though you know it’s wrong, the best thing to do is apparently let them have their way all the while making sure they understand your arms are still open to them as God’s are to all of us. That’s a true model of WWJD, even though I would need Jesus to pry my arms apart into the open embrace! My respect for Dick Cheney shot into the stratosphere watching him struggle with those emotional strings that punk of a lawyer tried tugging on. Any respect I might have had for Kerry/Edwards sank into the swamp. Small men.

Is Alan Keyes opening his arms to his daughter in response to her public slap to his face? No, he isn’t. Can’t say that I blame him. I understand his anger. But is it Christian? No. If I were a member of his congregation (presuming he will never read my pathetic little blog), I would call him to the mat on this in an iron-sharpening-iron thing. If nothing else to tell him to keep a private family matter just that no matter how loud and obnoxious his daughter may get, and to keep a crowbar handy for Jesus to pry apart his arms.