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Busy day. Not much time to comment… but check out this story about “an illustration by North Point Senior Pastor Andy Stanley in his April 15 sermon that has been raising questions on where the megachurch pastor stands on homosexuality…”
Here’s a taste of the article from the Christianity Today article titled “Andy Stanley Sermon Illustration on Homosexuality Prompts Backlash.”
Stanley’s message was from the book of John, and he spoke about how messy and seemingly inconsistent Jesus’ love was. “At times [Jesus] seems to be forgiving, and at other times he seems to be holding everybody accountable,” Stanley said in the sermon. “At times he points out sin and at times it’s like he ignores sin altogether.”
An article titled “Do Not Give Up On Christian Gays” appeared in the Advocate – a national LGBT news magazine – last week. The title says it all, right?
The young author makes an interesting case for the responsibility LGBT folks have for changing the church from the inside out. (perhaps this is our calling?) He says…
The message [of the church I grew up in] was largely unspoken, yet crystal clear: If you don’t fit into a heterosexual identity, you aren’t welcome.
None of this was because church is unwelcoming in general. Everyone was welcomed on the same terms — being willing to repent from sin. Those who wouldn’t repent but wanted acceptance anyway were asking for special treatment. And being gay was a sin — a choice, a rebellion against God’s design.
Sadly, for LGBT kids in these communities, things are not getting better. And no matter how many moving videos are made or how many young people take their lives in despair, change will not come so long as the only voices of dissent are coming from the outside — from progressive Christians and the nonreligious. Change can be achieved within conservative Christianity, but it must come from within.
The trouble is, the best candidates for reforming these churches — the LGBT Christians who are in them — remain isolated and voiceless. When we do come out and try to gain acceptance, we’re shut down with antigay readings of Scripture. And if we aren’t prepared to articulate and defend our own theological understanding with all the fluency and gravitas of a biblical scholar, we’re shown the door.
So… what’r we to do?
I’ll never forget the summer night I stood on my back porch with fists raised to the sky and tearfully asked God, “what the hell am I supposed to do now?” After more than a decade in ministry, I was stuck. I could either continue living as a straight person (and deny who God had created me to be), or “come out” and be forced to walk away from my calling (because of who God had created me to be).
I was terrified. It seemed like an impossible decision. What was my responsibility to the church? To my God? To myself?
I eventually came to realize that I’m not built like a magnet, with two sides (the spiritual and the sexual) that automatically repel each other. I am a Christian gay man. These two identities are not in opposition to each other. Like bacon and chocolate, they come together in an unexpectedly beautiful union. This means that as a minister, I have the ability to work for the kingdom in a way that few others can.
Perhaps you do, too.
Friends, we gay Christians fill an important niche in both the gay and Christian communities. We are bilingual – able to speak both LGBT and Christian. We can either work from within the Church and tell the Christian community “there might be a better, more Godly way,” or we can work from within the gay community to spread the message that, “despite what you may have heard, God does not hate you.”
Either way, nobody can work for change like we can. Nobody has a foot in two doors like we do. Nobody has the potential to unify two feuding families like we do.
So… raise your fists to the sky if you must, but don’t give up on God. God hasn’t given up on you.
update: for an excellent, although slightly different, perspective on “working from the inside” (especially when you’re angry and/or confused by your experience with the church), check out this really nicely written post by John Shore titled “From Gay-Hating Fundie to Righteously Angry Lesbian. Now What?”
I both love it and hate it when I read someone else’s words and think, “*sigh*… I wish I had written that.”
The blog post I just read filled me with both jealousy and delight. Delight because the writer said what I feel, and jealously because… the writer said what I feel.
As I work (with increasing excitement) through my own issues of “calling,” this post was exactly what I needed this morning. I think we all need to be reminded that as LGBT Christians we have a responsibility – a calling – to minister to the wounded. Just because we’ve been hurt doesn’t mean we shouldn’t also be healers. After all, who better than us to spread the good news of a Savior who said, “blessed are you when people insult you, persecute you and falsely say all kinds of evil against you because of me.”
For ours is the Kingdom of Heaven, too…
All too often, we are wounded. We are hurting. Quite frankly, some of us have been so heavily wounded by the Church that we’re barely functioning. The bitterness, anger, resentment, and dejection that we feel toward other Christians is enough to poison our spirit…
That doesn’t mean we have to stay in sour relationships. It doesn’t mean we have to poison our spirit by sitting under ministries that pour bile out with every sermon.
Find the safe places. Find a place to heal. To be Christian. Where there is no expectation of “praying the gay away.” Where we can be whole. Where we can be nurtured and to be fully healed…. not so that we can rest, but so that we can carry the torch of the living risen Lord and Savior to those who truly, desperately need to know that someone genuinely cares.
We have a responsibility — if we are Christian, to BE Christian. Live with integrity. Form healthy relationships, shun promiscuity, and truly follow Christ.
We who have been wounded in the past have the calling — a responsibility even — to find those who have also been wounded and minister healing. We’ll have to continue to dodge those jagged, venomous arrows from both sides — a no man’s land where countless people are only hoping to survive.
We must find the wounded and care for them.
We must find the bullied and help them to stand firm and be proud of who they are.
We must find the tormented and help them find healing.
We must find those in despair and help them find hope.
I know I often sound like a broken record, saying things I’ve said dozens of times before. (fyi – I also know the “broken record” simile is totally 1972 and doesn’t work anymore, but I can’t think of an mp3 equivalent. I would welcome suggestions…)
Regardless – I believe it’s important for us to share our stories. They show us that our ideas aren’t weird and that we’re not the only ones who have felt/thought/believed something.
A good friend of mine – the talented artist who designed the “Stillforus” header you see above – recently came out to her dad. It was a pretty gutsy move and she’s currently navigating the aftermath.
Three days after she told her dad, my friend posted the following status update on Facebook. It’s brilliant. When you read her “things I have believed in chronological order” list, I think you’ll find yourself nodding your head and sympathetically mumbling “mmmmhhmmmm” a lot. Enjoy.
(If you’d like to send my friend an encouraging thought to help her through a pretty sh!tt% time, feel free to post it in the comments. I’ll be sure she gets your note…)
I finally told my dad, so now I can tell you what some of you know and what most of you don’t care, and that is that I’m gay. Things I have believed in chronological order:
- Gay people go to hell.
- Gay people don’t really exist–they’re just behaving gay.
- Gay can be fixed and changed through prayer and hard work.
- You can adopt traits of your own sex and learn to be more of a girl.
- This will bring forth a man.
- Homosexuality is the same as being predisposed to alcoholism.
- God loves all of us.
- God made us exactly as he wanted us to be.
- The Bible shouldn’t be read literally.
- The idea of God becomes bigger when you don’t read the Bible literally.
- I don’t believe in God.
- I don’t believe in the Bible.
- I’m too old for this crap.
- I’m tired of hearing about kids dying or getting picked on for being gay.
- I’m tired of hearing people called fags or dykes.
- I’m tired of feeling at home in Brooklyn because it seems to be the only place that feels safe.
- God doesn’t exist.
- Love the sinner, hate the sin isn’t actually love at all.
- I am gay
- It’s the only thing that has ever made sense to me.
- I lost my ability to pray.
- I’m studying the Bible.
- I’ve placed membership at a church that has a little bit of everybody.
- Sometimes I can see God.
- God is patient and hangs out anyway, even if you can’t always believe in him.
- I only want people in my life who are good and who will make me a better person.
- I’m gay.
- It wasn’t an accident.
- It’s not a sin.
I’ve lived in many places and met all of you somewhere along the way. A lot of you I know from home and from college. Those, I imagine, are the people who will have the hardest time with this news.
I come out for the kids who haven’t or can’t or don’t yet know why they’re so different. To them I say that you are loved and you are perfect.
If you find yourself so repulsed by this news, please unfriend me. If you feel God has put it on your heart to talk to me about my sin, he has not, and you should also probably unfriend me.
I am the same person today, as I was yesterday–only with a longer status update.
If you are shocked or surprised by this news, please do come forward as I have a trophy to give to the only person who didn’t know.
Back in 2000 – as the world refused to shut down for Y2K – a singer named Fiona Apple topped the pop charts.
One day, after a concert, a fan named Bill Magee approached Fiona and handed her a letter. The letter was about his school’s gay-straight alliance and asked Fiona if she would mind replying with a sentence or two of encouragement or support of the group.
Keep in mind that this was before Lady Gaga – and other name-brand celebrities – made it trendy to support the LGBT community.
The next week, Fiona sent Bill an amazingly beautiful letter.
I got your letter a few days ago, but this is the first chance I’ve had to sit down and write (it’s my day off)
Of course, I’d love to help — sign me up. As far as a few sentences go, here’s what I’ve got — I hope it’s OK:
It’s hard to conjure up some new profound way of commenting on this issue — I’m so tired of it being an issue at all, and I suppose I’m lucky, because I see the truth so clearly. All I know is I want my friends to be good people, and when my friends fall in love, I want them to fall in love with other good people. How can you go wrong with two people in love? If a Good boy loves a good girl, good. If a good boy loves another good boy, good. And if a good girl loves the goodness in good boys and good girls, then all you have is more goodness, and goodness has nothing to do with sexual orientation. A person who loves is a righteous person, and if someone has the ability and desire to show love to another — to someone willing to receive it, then for goodness’ sake, let them do it. Hate has no place in the equation; there is no function for it to perform. Love is love, and there will never be too much.
P.S. Right on for doing this, Bill
What a graceful definition of love.
If you have a tendency to skim over extended quotes – as I do – let me re-emphasize part of Fiona’s letter. She said, “…goodness has nothing to do with sexual orientation. A person who loves is a righteous person, and if someone has the ability and desire to show love to another — to someone willing to receive it, then for goodness’ sake, let them do it.”
That’ll preach. In fact, it once did…
Jesus taught us that “by this all people will know that you are my disciples, if you love one another.” (John 13:35)
Dear friends, let us therefore love one another in the full freedom that comes from knowing our homosexuality can also be holy sexuality.
The shrewdest, loudest, most violent lie that LGBT people at Christian colleges and universities carry is this: that no one else like them exists. More important, and more enduring than the stares and questions and assaulting prayers, are the stories of the 70 current students, and 130 alumni who contacted me to say they had the same kind of dreams I did…
As a graduate of a Christian college, I admire Todd’s moxy. There’s really no reason for me to comment further. I mean, the story of how I didn’t come out at a Christian college is pretty boring. And why would I waste valuable space on the internet commenting on Todd’s story when you can read it for yourself…
So… this is a bit of a break from my usual format. I wrote this short story several years ago as a re-imagining of my “coming out” experience – a way of explaining how it felt to have my very comfortable life as a closeted gay minister interrupted. At the time, I was reading lots of short stories by Steven Millhauser, Etgar Keret, and Shalom Auslander. If you know anything about these authors, you might not be too surprised by…
The Earth took his training wheels off only a few billion years ago. Before then, he obediently followed the other planets through their frenzied orbits, barely keeping out from under their feet. He wasn’t the typical middle child, quiet and demure. The Earth was curious and inquisitive, constantly asking questions like:
Why do I have to wear sunscreen?
What if I don’t want to eat my vegetables?
Are we there yet?
Despite the endless questions, the other planets liked the Earth. He was innocent, green, and good-natured. He never even made fun of Uranus… which was hard not to do. There were a few years during puberty, when his face erupted in a volcanic mess, that the Earth was a little moody, but that was all behind him now.
The Earth was settling – reluctantly – into middle-age. He was none too happy that his formerly tight pangaea was giving way to urban expansion. His rainforests were receding. His doctor was even nagging that his rising sea levels “might be cause for concern.”
In other words, the Earth wasn’t happy.
He worried that his life was moving in circles, never really getting anywhere. Parts of him felt like the days went on forever and the night would never end. He enjoyed his yearly commute around the sun, but how many times could he smile and make small talk with Venus as they passed? Sure, she was attractive. Saturn was dying to get his rings around her. Even Pluto, a shy planet with an obvious identity crisis, wanted to talk to her. But for all her charms, Venus wasn’t much of a conversationalist. The Earth needed more.
He wanted adventure.
One day, shortly after putting the finishing touches on an amazing sunset, the Earth heard some unsettling news. An asteroid was coming. The Earth wasn’t eavesdropping, of course, but it’s hard to ignore a few billion voices whispering in your ear. As soon as the asteroid was sighted, television reporters across the world began talking about “the catastrophic event,” “our pending extinction,” and “the violent end of life as we know it.”
And the Earth was listening.
News of the asteroid’s approach rocked the Earth to his core. The dinosaurs hadn’t done a very good job of warning him about the last asteroid, a surprise from the black that hit him like a cosmic car accident. One day he just turned around, saw the asteroid swerve into his orbit, and thought, “shit, this is going to hurt.” And it did. Bad.
“Whoever’s out there throwing rocks needs to stop,” he thought. “I’m too old for this.”
Unfortunately, the asteroid that was on its way wasn’t just a medium-sized rock meandering through the universe. It was bigger. Much bigger. A rock several times the size of Earth, the asteroid was technically a small planet that had broken free from its own solar system and achieved geologic independence. Apparently, when planets stop orbiting a single sun and start freelancing through the universe, they earn the slightly more sinister title of “asteroid.” Unencumbered by the obligations of orbit, the “asteroid” went wherever it wanted, aggressively barging its way through an otherwise orderly universe.
The asteroid was sighted on a Tuesday. Within a few weeks, it would become visible as a small speck in the Milky Way. The speck would grow as the asteroid approached, slowing filling the night sky. First the North Star would disappear. Then the Big Dipper would loose its handle. Within a few months, Orion, Scorpio, and all their twinkling friends would be hidden from view, eclipsed by the asteroid’s huge girth.
Several weeks before the Earth and the asteroid met, its gravity would pull the Earth’s oceans from their beds, gathering them together until they looked like a giant raindrop falling up into the sky.
Then, at the moment of impact, the Earth would shatter like a snowball, barely feeling a thing.
“It’s just obnoxious the way these asteroids think of no one but themselves,” the Earth ranted. “They go wherever they want and do whatever they want with no thought of who they’re inconveniencing or what they’re destroying. It’s not as if the stupid asteroid doesn’t know where I’m going to be 253 days, 3 hours, and 14 minutes from now.”
The Earth had a good point. His schedule was as regular as clockwork. In fact, his schedule was the basis for clockwork. Everyone always knew where the Earth was going to be several years before he got there. That’s the beauty – and monotony – of orbit. It leaves little room for variation.
If the asteroid knew where he was going to be and when he was going to be there, then why, the Earth wondered, did it insist on running into him?
The answer, of course, was that the asteroid was terribly inflexible. Concepts like “yield,” “stop,” and “turn” implied compromises that the asteroid, who was both terribly selfish and very hard headed, saw as signs of weakness.
In 253 days, 3 hours, and 14 minutes, the Earth and the asteroid would meet somewhere on the other side of the sun. The Earth couldn’t decide which he hated more – the anticipation of conflict, or conflict itself.
The Earth wondered how the people would deal with the approaching asteroid. He suspected they would recycle one of their Hollywood clichés and shoot a missile at it. The people, of course, had the same idea.
Within hours of the asteroid’s discovery, a swarm of satellites started buzzing. China talked to England. Mexico and Canada joined in a conference call with Australia. NASA turned its telescopes to the heavens and told everyone the end was near unless they acted fast.
The people acted fast. Their leaders pressed buttons and unlocked doors, uncovering weapons hidden long ago like eggs in the Easter grass.
“If we can split an atom,” the people thought, “surely we can split an asteroid.”
But given the choice between fight and flight, the Earth wasn’t sure picking a fight with the asteroid was the best idea. “Flight,” he thought, “might be a better option.”
Afraid for his own future, the Earth began to formulate a plan.
“If I start running now,” he thought, “I can just get out of the stupid asteroid’s way. I can be halfway across the solar system by the time it arrives. If I’m 186 million miles ahead of schedule, I won’t even have to brush shoulders with it when it passes!”
The Earth knew that speeding up would require everyone – including himself – to adapt to a new schedule. The change would be hard for the people. Traditionally, even slow changes that obviously needed to happen (like evolution and equality) had been difficult for them. But what choice did he have? Change was coming whether he (or they) liked it or not. He simply couldn’t continue on his current course and expect to survive.
And so, before the people could launch their missiles at the sky, the Earth took a deep breath and started speeding up. Faster and faster he ran. The faster he ran, the faster the days flew by, passing with quickening speed until a single week was little more than a blur of sunrises and sunsets.
He sped straight through summer and practically skipped fall. The long trip that usually took a lazy year to finish was done in a matter of weeks. Birds, confused by the strobing sunsets, flew south for the winter only to find their homes under several feet of snow. Children were equally surprised when spring break started three days before Christmas.
The children loved the new schedule. They had hardly finished one birthday before the next one began. Girls celebrated their sweet sixteen with Barbie Doll cakes and Dora the Explorer parties. Boys were old enough to buy beer before their voices changed.
The rapid succession of birthdays made parents worry that their babies were growing up too fast. Their concern, however, wasn’t only for their children. A woman in Iowa had just graduated from college, gotten married, and was expecting the birth of her first child when she became eligible for senior citizen discounts.
Anxiety levels also rose among college students who complained they didn’t have enough time to study for exams. Pulling an all-nighter was practically pointless. The sun came up before they could finish a second cup of coffee. And when fraternity boys partied all night on Friday with plans of sleeping late on Saturday, it was sometimes Monday morning before they woke up and wondered where the weekend had gone – which wasn’t very different from the way things had always been.
Even Santa’s elves were disgruntled. Unable to keep up with their new production schedule, the doll division threatened to strike.
The future was simply coming before the people were prepared for it. Before the Earth began his sprint toward safety, both the quick and the careful could order their lives because they knew what words like “next week,” “next month,” and “next year” meant. Like “one pound” and “four meters,” the meanings of “one minute” and “four days” were constant. This predictability not only sold thousands of calendars at Christmas, it also gave the people an illusion of control.
But now “tomorrow” was like a menstrual cycle — reliable, but unpredictable. The people always knew it was coming, but they didn’t know exactly when it would get there or how long it would stay.
Across the globe, petitions were signed asking the Earth to slow down. Concerned citizens gathered at community centers and organized anti-Earth demonstrations. Unlike the great protests of the past, however, the people marched without knowing where to go. Since City Hall couldn’t solve their problem, the people wandered aimlessly, hoping the Earth would hear them yell.
At a march in Oregon, an environmentalist who had once fought to save the rainforests led a group in chanting “stop the world, I wanna get off!” At a rally in Atlanta, a construction worker carried a shovel, but never followed through with his threats to dig a hole.
It didn’t take long, however, before the people realized that there wasn’t anything anybody could do to make the Earth slow down.
Activists couldn’t boycott anyone.
Armies couldn’t attack anyone.
Police couldn’t arrest anyone.
Lawyers couldn’t sue anyone.
Men couldn’t threaten anyone.
Women couldn’t manipulate anyone.
The AARP, whose membership had recently doubled, printed an informative pamphlet, but nobody had time to read it.
The Earth knew the people were frustrated, confused, and afraid… but it felt so good to finally control his own future.
The Earth felt it first in his North America. Then it spread to his Europe and across his Asia. This wasn’t one of those headaches he got from too much pressure along his tectonic plates. This headache was the direct result of 6 billion feet marching across his surface in angry unison. If they didn’t stop stomping soon, he would be forced to knock the people off balance. The Earth hadn’t been this upset since the invention of high-heeled shoes.
During what he considered the puberty of their race (generally referred to as “modernity”), the Earth felt the people had become disturbingly self-centered. Maybe he had a heart of stone, but the Earth was tired of being taken for granted. He was tired of letting ungrateful people walk all over him.
Wasn’t he always patient during their Thanksgiving Day Parade? Didn’t he suffer quietly through their New York City Marathon? He even allowed their military to practice their ridiculous advances and retreats at all hours of the day and night. His patience, however, was growing as thin as his ozone. The endless protest marches had to stop. They were not only irritating, they were insulting.
The Earth wasn’t deaf. He knew what the people were saying about him. He was listening when Greenpeace voted to take his name off their website. He noticed when Earth Day was cancelled and replaced with a symbolically violent tether-ball tournament. He tried to ignore preachers when they filled their Sunday Sermons with stories comparing him to somebody named “The Prodigal Son,” but he couldn’t. From pulpits across the globe they shouted that he was like an arrogant child who ran away from his father and leapt carelessly into the future. They said he “neglected his responsibility” and “denied his true calling.” They condemned him for “choosing a path other than the one assigned to him” and urged him to return to “the natural state of things.” They didn’t think the Earth realized how serious things had become.
The Earth was offended that the same people who invented oil-powered engines and artificial sweeteners dared to lecture him about “respecting creation” and “acting according to the laws of nature.”
Why, the Earth wondered, didn’t the people understand that he hadn’t broken away from his pre-determined path? He was still following the same circle around the same sun… he was simply doing it differently than he had before. And even if he had rushed into the future, he hadn’t done so carelessly. He had done so from necessity.
Self preservation and selfishness are two entirely different things.
Right in the middle of the evening news, the people looked up and saw it.
Fist the North Star Disappeared.
Then the Big Dipper lost its handle.
When a shadow fell across the sun, the people began to panic.
Some of them ran deep into underground cellars. Others herded themselves into churches to pray. Just as a few important people prepared to push important buttons and send missiles streaking into space (with little or no effect on the outrageous rock), a physicist scribbled something on her chalkboard. Out of the lines and numbers rose a wisp of chalky hope.
“But how is that possible,” the important people asked. “We already calculated that if the Earth is orbiting the sun at 29.77 km/s and the asteroid is traveling in a straight line at 56.2 km/s, then we should collide with it… 7 months ago?”
The director of the CIA stormed into the room, brushing the first flakes of a light summer snow off his jacket.
“So, you’re saying what?”
“The asteroid,” the physicist said, “is apparently going to miss the Earth by 186 million miles.”
“Well,” he stammered. “I’ll be damned.”
Before the asteroid arrived, the Earth’s path was familiar and frictionless. Every day he moved through space carried by his own momentum, hardly working to spin through the seasons. In the vacuum, there was little need for effort or exertion. Nothing worked against him. Trusting his instincts and inertia, the Earth took for granted that he would always coast easily through life.
But now, everything was different. As the asteroid came closer, the Earth felt his forward motion interrupted by a sideways force. For the first time since he settled into the routine of orbit, The Earth felt resistance… friction… gravity pulling him in a direction other than the one he had always known.
At first the asteroid’s gravitational pull was as indefinable as emotion – little more than an idea tugging at his corners. Like happiness, fear, and excitement, it could be felt more than it could be explained.
As the asteroid came closer, however, its gravity grew into something more concrete. The Earth’s oceans noticed it first. Suddenly disinterested with the moon, they found themselves attracted to the asteroid, drawn to its rugged strength. Like crazed fans, they crowded the beaches and fought for the best view of its approach.
Like a ball fighting to roll uphill, the Earth strained against the asteroid’s pull. But when he tried to move forward, the asteroid tugged him back. It didn’t matter how tightly he tried to hold to his orbit. The Earth was a movable object fighting an unstoppable force.
The Earth didn’t know what to do. He had already done everything he could to control his future, and was worn out with the effort. He couldn’t run any more.
Finally, after weeks (or was it months? or years?) of straining against the asteroid’s gravity, the Earth finally accepted what he could not change. He stopped fighting the invisible truth. Exhausted, he stopped running. For the first time since the asteroid was sighted, the Earth relaxed and let nature take its course.
And as the asteroid passed – only 186 million miles away – its gravity wrapped around the Earth’s middle, slowly pulling him away from the sun and into the deep, dark unknown. The predictable curve of the Earth’s orbit was straightened into an infinite line. Like a puppy led on an invisible leash, the Earth left his home and followed the asteroid into in the unknown of space.
When the asteroid was first sighted, the Earth tried to save himself. He chose to run – to avoid the asteroid rather than let it collide with him – and his plan worked. He hadn’t been destroyed by an impact. But despite his effort (or perhaps because of it), his path had been forever changed. Now, as the Earth followed the asteroid past stars he had never seen, he wondered which was better, change or annihilation? He didn’t yet know.
He noticed, however, that the people weren’t saying anything about what happened. They weren’t admiring the view or complaining about the cold. They were all strangely quiet.
The Earth thought he might like them better that way.
According to the Bible, “they” will know we are Christians by our love.
According to research conducted by The Barna Group, however, most “outsiders” under 30 know we are Christians not by our love, but by our politics, judgmental language, and anti-homosexuality.
I spend a lot of time thinking about how to help LGBT folks understand that their sexuality doesn’t separate them from God. I get frustrated when I hear stories about Christians who somehow think that using hateful, judgmental, hell-centered language effectively communicates the grace of God.
Unfortunately, too many trusted pastors, authors, speakers, and politicians preach that in order to be for Christ you must be against [fill in the blank]. You obviously know that this blank is often filled not only with issues (abortion, homosexuality, etc.), but also with the people these issues represent… homosexuals, pro-choicers, democrats, liberals, etc. I think it’s safe to say that many of the folks reading this blog have experienced the hurt that comes from being shoved into the “against” column.
I could rant endlessly about how un-Biblical it is to imply that Christianity requires its followers to be against people. The New Testament paints Jesus as decidedly PRO-people. The only groups he ever came close to being against were judgmental religious insiders. Regardless…
What if there’s another side to this story?
I’m currently reading “unChristian: What a New Generation Really Thinks About Christianity… And Why It Matters.” In it, David Kinnaman and Gabe Lyons explain what they learned from interviews with 867 people about their perceptions of Christianity. In the chapter dealing with non-Christian folks’ perception that Christianity is anti-homosexual, they say:
… a young Christian friend we interviewed said she has to be discreet about her attempts to minister to some gay people she has met at work. ‘If my church friends hear me talk sympathetically about gays, they get bent out of shape about it…’
I’ve been chewing on this idea for several weeks. I hadn’t really considered the frustration, confusion, and grief of conservative Christians who are led to believe that in order to fully love Jesus, they must disapprove of their gay friends, coworkers, children, uncles, and sisters. I know how hard it is for a Christian homosexual to come out as gay… but in my self-pity/absorption, I hadn’t really considered how difficult it must be for a conservative “straight” Christian to “come out” as one of our allies. By showing their loyalty, understanding, and support for a gay friend/family member, many straight Christians apparently have their faith questioned… just as we do when we “come out.”
I’m surprised that I’m surprised. When my friend (and former pastor) Joe contributed this blog entry a few weeks ago, he emailed me to say:
So I posted this link on my facebook page. I’m guessing that more than 90% of my fb friends are conservative and will really react to this. Most don’t know that I stand where I stand, so it should be interesting. It’s time I say what I believe and stand by it…
His Facebook post said, “many of you will un-friend me. many of you will chastise me. many of you will mock me. however, it’s time i come out of the closet.”
I don’t know whether Joe lost friends because of the blog post… but his awareness of the potential fallout speaks volumes. I guess “coming out” has consequences for everyone.
What do you think? Does a fear of becoming “guilty by association” discourage our Christian parents, friends, and fellow believers from doing the homework necessary to understand how God and gay can fit together?
PS. If you’d like to read reflections by a few of our straight allies about why they support our community, check out The Allies Project – a new initiative that tells the stories of the straight folks who have made our journey a little easier!