The Revoice Conference is a coalition of “gay Christians” who collude annually to prop up their status as outspoken homosexuals and promote the gay agenda of full acceptance and inclusion in the ranks of churches in America. Led by gay activists such as Nate Collins and Preston Sprinkle, the Conference promotes an identity of “gay” while committing to a life of “celibacy.” After all, other forms of same-sex intimacy are acceptable within the movement.

Revoice has been endorsed by a professor at Southeastern Baptist Theological Seminary—a Southern Baptist Convention seminary—who says despite some disagreements she now has with them, she still supports their mission. Despite the Revoice Conference’s total departure from orthodox biblical Christianity, many Evangelicals still either support them directly or indirectly, including The Gospel Coalition.

David Bennett, a self-proclaimed “hero” of Revoice, has turned victimhood into an art form. He stands at the pulpit, playing the part of the oppressed while peddling a counterfeit gospel—one that reeks of compromise and spineless pandering. A man claiming he, along with the entire LGBTQ “community,” has been wronged by “heterosexual self-righteousness,” as if this phantom concept is somehow the root of all evil in the church.

According to Bennett, it’s heterosexual Christians who are the real problem, and not his own warped take on sin and grace. If it weren’t so blasphemous, we could probably laugh it off. But this sentiment is growing within Evangelicalism.

God’s name is blasphemed among the gentiles because of heterosexual self -righteousness, among the LGBTQI plus community because of heterosexual self -righteousness. And Paul is defending us with this greater righteousness that comes by faith.

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Here, Bennet, with a deafening lisp and a wrist too limp to even hold his microphone, talks about “radical inclusion,” waving it around like a magic wand to dismiss the entire biblical call to repentance. But let’s cut through the theatrics—what Bennett really means by “inclusion” is tolerance of sin.

He paints the church as a bunch of gatekeepers, cruelly barring entry to the “weirdest, hardest, queerest” people. But isn’t that rich? Bennett pretends as though the gospel is some sort of social club, where anyone can walk in, toss their sin on the table, and get a pat on the back. Newsflash, the gospel isn’t a cozy blanket you wrap around your rebellion. It’s a fire that burns it away.

While finger-pointing at the church, he lashes out against “heterosexual self-righteousness,” all while crafting a narrative where he’s the tragic hero standing against a self-imposed enemy. It’s like a thief complaining about the inconvenience of locked doors.

He whines about being excluded, yet fails to grasp that the gospel isn’t about stroking egos. It’s about dying to oneself, taking up the cross, and following Christ. The real irony here? Bennett is the very thing he decries—a self-righteous peddler of a false gospel.

Let’s drop the pretense, Bennett isn’t some wounded soul bravely advocating for the outcast. He’s a deceiver who wants the church to lower its guard, to wave a white—or rainbow, for that matter—flag in the face of sin, and call it “love.”

And the real tragedy? This clown, and Revoice altogether, doesn’t even want to cross the bridge of Christ’s love to leave his sin behind—he wants to camp out in the middle and demand that everyone join him there.