Somehow the story of Victoria Childress, the Iowan cake baking lady whose cake baking skills play second fiddle to her devotion to her religious bigotry when it comes to baking cakes that might be consumed by gays who are happy, is still going:
“Well, actually I’ve gotten a lot of nasty comments from Christians who don’t think that the stand I’ve taken is right,” she shares. “They need to read the Book of Romans.”
She says if they do, they will fully understand what God thinks of sin — including homosexual sin.
“You know, Christ is very clear. We are either for him or against him; we’re not supposed to be lukewarm; we’re either hot or we’re cold,” she says. “And there was never a question in my mind how I was supposed to handle this, never — because he’s everything to me.”
More than cake! Indeed, in Ms. Childress’s version of Christianity, all the stuff about doing for the least of these and Jesus eating with people the rest of society judged, yadda yadda, is irrelevant. When Jesus did the whole thing with the loaves and fishes, and also when he performed his first miracle, in the famous “we have run out of booze” incident at Cana, he makes clear that NONE of that food and beverage, and I mean NONE of it, went to homos, especially not homos in Iowa.
I’d like to leave you with a verse out of Victoria Childress’s Bible:
Matthew 25:35: “For I was hungry and you gave me something to eat, I was thirsty and you gave me something to drink, I was a stranger and you invited me in…NO HOMO!”
