Heard a lecture on sex and sexuality this week and here’s the sound bite that stuck: “The healed state of homosexuality is not heterosexuality, but holiness.”

The sticking measure isn’t about anything gay/straight related though; it’s about healing. If the statement is true, which I believe it is, any stray “from what it was in the beginning,” be it sexual, emotional, psychological, physical, etc., finds healing not based in an opposing polarity, but in a new identity—called “Holy.”

The early chapters of the Judeo-Christian Scriptures explain a God who created Adam and Eve, a heterosexual, two-party couple, meant to further create, enjoy and rule over the earth. The so-called fall of man, however, caused that all things fell, and all pursuits since have been twisted, to some degree, bereft of Love’s original intentions.

That’s the bad news.

The good news is man fell, not God.

Love never changed; man’s reception of it did. Even in our twisted pursuits, Love kept pursuing, as originally intended.

That means Love chooses me in my twisting. That means God takes me where I am, twisted though I am, and calls me holy. Not because I’m no longer twisted, or because my twisting came undone, but because Love is not overwhelmed by my twisting.

Holiness is about identity, not morality. I don’t become holy by attaining a level of holiness; I am holy because I am called holy by Holiness, Himself. Holiness hides in me. My holiness is hidden in Christ. I am fallen and picked-up by holiness.

There will always be twisting among us, and there will never be an absence of the Holy.

I am twisted and I am holy.

That’s twisted.