Is sexual sin the only kind of sin?
In Black churches it sometimes seems to be. Puritan heritage meets African cosmology = many unhappy returns.
Every other sin can be overlooked or explained away. Even if greed, jealousy, envy, wrath are addressed, things quickly get back to the central preoccupation: where were you last night? Single woman, don’t be weak. Don’t answer that text. Sermons are biblified blues songs. Wait, didn’t Thomas Dorsey develop gospel from jazz and the blues? Maybe that’s where it comes from.
What about that corrupt politicians endorsed from the pulpit?
The sloth of unreturned e-mails and calls to the church?
The millions wasted as churches try to turn themselves into businesses.
The pastors and congregants competing for who can be the most overextended: luxury cars, vacations, bling, etc.
Bishop Eddie Long once visited our church and talked in pretty coarse terms about how people were special because out of millions of sperm – you get my drift.
But even though sex is discussed in church all the time, I’ve never seen such collective ignorance of the basics of sexuality. Conversations start and stop on birth control, abortion and abstinence. A very progressive church might touch on sexual abuse. Maybe.
Maybe the hypersexuality we decry in music videos originates at home and from the pew.
Marvin Gaye had it right. African Americans need sexual healing and we need it in the worse way.