United Methodist Church Leads Worship With F-Bomb LGBTQ Anthem
By PNW StaffJune 28, 2025
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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."
No, this isn't satire. This actually happened.
The "pastors" of this church are two biologically female individuals, Jonah and Cameron Overton, who have transitioned and now present themselves as a gay male couple. During their now-viral worship service, their congregation sang about queerness, profanity, and "Christian rejection," wrapped in catchy lyrics and rainbow-styled rebellion.
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.
This wasn't a cry for mercy. It was a celebration of flesh, of self, of sin. And it was done under the banner of Methodism, which now seems to be anything but a Christian denomination.
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.
This worship song wasn't an isolated offense. It was the fruit of years of compromise. The UMC has been unraveling for decades, slowly exchanging biblical truth for cultural applause. It started with small concessions: reinterpreting Scripture, softening moral standards, opening doors to confusion in the name of compassion. But this latest display is a new low--a profane, public middle finger to the holiness of God disguised as inclusion.
What's most tragic is that real people--real sinners like you and me--need real salvation. They don't need affirmation in their sin; they need rescue from it. They don't need a pastor clapping along while they spiral into spiritual death. They need a shepherd who will risk being called hateful to tell them the truth: there is a Savior who forgives, but He also commands repentance.
"I'm f****** gay and thank God for that" 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.
The United Methodist Church stands at a crossroads. It can repent and return to the authority of Scripture, or it can continue entertaining the crowds while the Spirit departs. One path leads to revival. The other leads to ruin.
Christ still stands at the door and knocks--but He will not break down the door of a sanctuary that no longer wants Him. And if we keep applauding blasphemy in His name, we shouldn't be surprised when the candlestick is removed.