It’s good that Red State Land now protects the faith-based against the sins of the modern world. Laws allowing businesses to refuse service to morally objectionable customers tumble down legislative chutes like popcorn at the Cineplex on Friday night. The need is great.
But the job’s not finished. We need an ID card.
Imagine: A young man in Big Blue polo shirt and chinos orders a wedding cake from a bakery on Third Street. “Any inscriptions?” asks the baker. “For my beloved,” the young man answers. The baker, in her mid-40s, pictures a lovely young woman Baptist standing with the young man under a pergola in Gratz Park, a minister intoning the words binding them in godly matrimony.
To her horror days later, she reads the beloved was named Brad. She’s outraged at being duped into a ceremony abhorrent to her faith. What will her merciful but strict God say?
A state-issued ID card would have avoided this. Knowing at a glance the bearer’s sex (current and former), religion or absence thereof, and sexual orientation, our baker would have immediately perceived the threat to her moral integrity.
Is religion made for man, or is man made for religion? Red State Land gives its answer. Is this a reason to celebrate the First Amendment?