Sorry, my friend but that is precisely what is wrong with denominations.
Christianity isn’t “pick and choose”. That’s cafeteria faith and that’s the tragedy of Protestantism.
The mere fact that I told a person that it is wrong for them to give you dangerous advice doesn’t meant that I am being harsh. It simply means that they shouldn’t tell you to live a life of sin.
And you honestly believe that the Catholic Church doesn’t pick and choose? Was that not a catholic priest I saw at Red Lobster eating shellfish?
Seriously, the entirety of the Bible is important, but not the
entirety of it is 100% applicable to all people at all times. There is
one key fundamental in the Bible that is
the requisite for Christianity and that is that Jesus Christ, the Son of God, died on the cross and rose three days later, cleansing all who accept the gift of salvation of their sins, granting us our only path into Heaven.
I am a lesbian. I’ve known I was attracted to girls since I was a little girl myself. I accepted God’s gift of salvation at age 7. I’ve spent the entirety of my life since (I’m now 25, almost 26) studying the Bible searching for answers about my orientation, praying to God for guidance.
I even, for a time, begged God to give me a man that I could fall in love with, to teach me how to love a man, to satisfy my father (a minister) and my mother (a bible scholar), family, and fellow Christians and what they insisted God wanted of me. I so strongly wanted God to “straighten” me out that I became blind, so blind that I fell into Satan’s trap. A man came into my life. A man as beautiful as any woman I’d ever desired. He was kind, caring, wonderful, everything a woman could want in a man. He was the answer to my prayers…or so I had thought. We had been together for 3 years. We didn’t get to see much of each other in person because he attends UCLA and I attend Texas State. We were engaged to be married, though we were waiting 'til we both graduated. If not for college keeping us so far apart, we
would have been married already…
As such, when we got together over spring break, he convinced me that, in God’s eyes, we were already married, we had already committed ourselves wholly to each other. He convinced me that it would be permissible to start having sex. Being a lesbian trying so hard to be straight, I wanted so to please my fiance, to prove I was a devoted straight woman for him. We’d barely got started, hadn’t even reached intercourse when I realized something crucial. I could not do it. I could not have sex with him. Not because of some moral code telling me sex outside of marriage was wrong, but because I could not have sex with a man. I am a lesbian. I am attracted to women. I am not even remotely attracted to men. At that moment, a peace came over me, a peace I know is from God, and I could see clearly again. God loves me. God is love. Where Love is, God is.
Satan, of course, could not abide such peace in my heart, for what my fiance did next could only be of Satan. I told my boyfriend to stop, that I couldn’t do it. He kept on. I begged him to stop. He wouldn’t. He did not take no for an answer and took something precious from me that day…
I had a more specific point to telling this, but the difficulty of writing about what happened to me is making it hard to remember the main point I was trying to make. Let me just say, asking God for guidance is the most important thing you can do, but do not let the will of other humans blind you to God’s guidance. In trying to please the human interpretations of the Bible, I got raped and beaten. I have nearly killed myself half a dozen times since. My roommate has thrown out every knife in our apartment to make it harder for me to injure myself. I am on medication for the Depression. All of this from trying to satisfy human expectations rather than listening to God’s answer to my questions.