I didn’t wake up this morning needing another reminder that sin wants to be celebrated. Yet here we are—“Bisexual Day of Visibility.” Apparently, the world’s calendar didn’t already have enough carved-out hours to exalt rebellion.

If you’ve never heard of this day, here’s the origin. It was first officially observed in 1999 as International Celebrate Bisexuality Day, and now it comes around every September 23, often wrapped inside a full “Bisexual+ Awareness Week” dedicated to celebrating this specific sexual deviancy.

I keep thinking—how many days of “visibility” does darkness need? From Pride Month to Transgender Day of Remembrance to every rainbow-washed corporate post in between, it’s not visibility that’s lacking. It’s repentance.

The Scripture says,

“This is the judgment: the light has come into the world, and people loved the darkness rather than the light because their works were evil” (John 3:19).

No matter how much the world demands applause, the light of Christ only exposes their shame. And that’s the point of these endless days. Not visibility—validation. By banding together and celebrating their sin, they work to deaden their conscience against what they inherently know is evil. God’s law is written on their hearts, yet they seek to suppress that knowledge. So they gather together, prop each other up, and declare what God calls an abomination to be their glory.

Paul told us this plainly: “Though they know God’s righteous decree that those who practice such things deserve to die, they not only do them but give approval to those who practice them” (Romans 1:32). Every visibility day is just another form of that approval—another way of calling evil good and good evil.

Meanwhile, the world is doubling down. The ACLU is tracking hundreds of “anti-LGBTQ” bills moving through state legislatures, many of them aimed at halting the normalization of transgender ideology in schools, sports, and medical care.

Some states have banned pride flags in government buildings and classrooms. Others have pulled down rainbow crosswalks in the middle of cultural flashpoints like Orlando, where the Pulse nightclub massacre site has been turned into an altar of rainbow remembrance.

Universities like Angelo State in Texas have announced that faculty can be fired for promoting trans-queer ideology. Yet for every restriction, the activists demand more visibility, more days, more recognition, and more cultural saturation. It’s never enough.

But the problem is never only out there. Judgment begins with the household of God. The professing church is complicit when it winks, when it softens, when it treats this cult of rebellion as a matter of personal liberty instead of calling it what it is—open war against the Creator.

When the church treats visibility as harmless and preaches that the Scriptures only whisper about such sin, it’s no better than Israel bowing before Baal. God will not leave His name mocked. What the world wants visible is not identity but idolatry. And Scripture has already promised us where idolatry ends—in wrath, in exile, in destruction, and for some, by His grace, in the breaking that leads to repentance.

“Such were some of you,” Paul tells the Corinthians, reminding them that homosexuality and every sexual sin belongs to the category of “were,” not “are.” Christ redeems, He restores, and He makes new. But never once does He celebrate rebellion.

So when I hear of yet another “day of visibility”—this time for “bisexuality,” whatever that is—I don’t see a people starving for acknowledgment. I see a people starved of the gospel. And I see a church that had better stop pretending this is just culture doing what culture does.

God has made Himself visible already—in creation, in His Word, in His Son. No parade, no hashtag, and no contrived day on a calendar will ever erase that.