The White House security guard thought he had seen it all. But there they were: a young couple, clothing strewn about, making passionate love on the White House lawn. As he and another guard hustled out to confront them, he only hoped the couple wouldn’t become another D.C. tourist attraction, but tourists gathered at the fence surely had a full view.
“Leave us alone,” the young man told the guards. “We’re both consenting adults. What business is this of yours?”
“This is the White House lawn,” the guard responded. “Property of the federal government, and more than your consent is required.”
Morality always involves more than adult consent. Admit the notion of God—even the watered-down God of pop religion, much less the full and fierce biblical God—and the entire universe becomes one big White House lawn. More than adult consent is required. And yet I’ve heard it, and you’ve heard it, too. The same people who generally agree there is a God resort to justifying sexual deviancy with, “They’re consenting adults. Leave them alone.” As if God is there to protect ladies from rape and children from molestation, but He doesn’t give a rip about what we do in our own bedrooms, as if this institution called marriage was given to us as nothing more than a convenient but nonessential way to run a society.