You call me "stupid dyke." I know I was not the smartest person to graduate from my seminary, or from my university... but I also know that I had a 4.0 GPA in at least one of those, and close to it in the other.
"Dyke." Well, I guess. The love of my life is a woman.
You call me "pastor" in quotes, as if to convey the irony of the notion ... as if I couldn't possibly be a real pastor, because, as you say, I am "still in my sin." Well, I believe the members of my congregation consider me a pastor. I go to their bedsides when they are in the hospital having surgery for cancer, or to stand vigil when they are dying. I preach the gospel to them every Sunday... and it is a gospel of love , I remind you, despite your attempts to twist it into a gospel of hatred. I bring them communion at home when they are too ill to venture out. I talk to them about their marriages, about their children, about the strain of caring for aging and failing parents. I work with them on mission projects, to bring the good news of God's love to our neighborhood and beyond. I participate in their efforts to raise money for people around the world who need assistance for clean water, sustainable agriculture, overcoming the ravages of natural and human-made disasters. I remember their children's names, and laugh and tease them and share the gospel during the children's message. I baptize their babies. I preside over their weddings. I receive them as new members. I "rejoice with those who rejoice, and weep with those who weep" (Romans 12... I know, not the part of Romans you referred me to).
In short, sir, I am a pastor. I am a good one. I love the people of my congregation, and I believe I do my best to show them the love of God in my words and actions.
I ask you, who post anonymous and hateful messages here: What have you done to show the love of God today? Happy Easter. Christ is risen, for you and for me.