‘Something has gone terribly wrong’: ‘Church’ stuns with ‘worship anthem’ featuring LGBT F-bomb

Methodist preachers, historically, were the circuit riders who evangelized much of the western United States before the states all were states. They adhered to a tradition of John Wesley’s teachings and followed the population as it moved into new lands.

Now not only are circuit riders gone, but apparently so are Wesley’s teachings, as the United Methodist Church in America has established a solid reputation for leftist ideologies and agendas. Homosexual clergy? Old hat. Rainbow parades. Sure. Sins? Don’t worry.

But an opinion piece released at EndTimeHeadlines reveals that one congregation has taken the agenda to an extreme.

With an F-bomb-laden, LGBT “worship anthem” in which a performer loudly proclaims “I’m f****** gay.”

The commentary said, “It was once said that when the Church stops offending the world, it has stopped representing Christ. That grim warning came true again in Milwaukee, Wisconsin, where Zao MKE Church – an official United Methodist congregation – recently led its Sunday worship with a profane, self-glorifying anthem titled, ‘I’m F****** Gay.'”

The editorial explained the “pastors” are two biological females, Jonah and Cameron Overton, “who have transitioned and now present themselves as a gay male couple.” The congregation rejoiced queerness, profanity and “Christian rejection.”

“The chorus included the line, ‘I’m f****** gay and thank God for that,’ with the F-bomb blaring through the sanctuary. They even admitted replacing it with ‘freakin” in other verses – for the kids in attendance – but kept one original for good measure. In a church. On Sunday. In the name of Jesus,” the commentary said.

Explains the publication, “The United Methodist Church was once a movement of revival, holiness, and deep commitment to Scripture. It stood for Wesleyan theology, sanctification, the pursuit of righteousness. But today? It’s quickly becoming a cautionary tale. A denomination drunk on cultural approval, hollowing itself out from the inside. You can call yourself ‘Jesus-rooted’ all you want – but if your message is indistinguishable from a drag club with a fog machine, something has gone terribly wrong.”

That, it said, “is not a song lyric. It’s a theological tragedy. It’s what happens when man becomes the measure, when self becomes sacred, and when the Church forgets it is not here to mimic the world – but to confront it.”