I have always wanted to be a husband and father. I love it. In no other calling do I feel quite as secure and delighted. (Note: I have exactly zero teenagers.) I am a family man. I’m not the poster boy for a family man, but I’m his eager, bespectacled understudy. I love my own family and seek to live in service to them. I am spending much of my time devoted to serving families. I marvel at God’s creation of the family, bask in the brilliance of his unrivaled design. I am troubled and heartbroken over a culture arrogantly dismissive of God’s instruction about families. I love my family. I love the family. You don’t get any more pro-family than me.
Except, I’m against The Family.
I’m against The Family as a rival, or substitute, religion. I’m against The Family as an end. I’m against The Family as an avenue of self-righteous Moralism, a weapon to stomp those who have failed to keep a clean record. I’m against The Family as a sentimental idol. I am against The Family… Read More at For the Family