In Case We Forget

Most folks my age or older lived through a horrific part of our history in the USA during the 50's and 60's. A time when our cities burned both physically and with emotional hatred. A time that is burned deep into our hearts and souls. A time that even today has scars that go deep and the healing is still slow and at times becomes horribly infected.

The cost of racism in this country has been high and the cost of human life is ridicules for a country where the "religious zealots" call us a "Christian Country".

So when a member of our Church had a chance to remember, he took that opportunity to journey, remember and pay honor to a person who truly "walked the talk" of Jesus.

Lance is a deeply spiritual man and I now give you a part of his journey so that we don't forget...

On Saturday August 11th I participated in the 9th Annual Jonathan Myrick Daniels and Martyrs of Alabma pilgrimage in Hayneville, Alabama. Daniels was an Episcopal seminarian from New Hampshire who was martyred at Varner's Grocery Store in Hayneville on August 20, 1965, when he caught the full blast of a shotgun aimed at 17-year-old Ruby Sales, an African-American girl at whom a shotgun had been leveled by Tom Coleman, who was later found not guilty by a local court. Myrick's death helped galvanize support for the civil rights movement within the Episcopal Church.

My connection to Daniels is that I was baptized and experienced my early Christian formation in the Episcopal Diocese of New Hampshire, where in my home parish we prayed every Sunday for "Blessed Jonathan Daniels of New Hampshire". When I saw that a pilgrimage in honor of this Episcopal martyr was to take place, I was drawn to participate.

What I experienced was a powerful remembrance of the life and works of a singular man who gave his life while discerning a calling for the priesthood -- and following that, a call for justice that took him to a part of the country that is my home now and that is the land of my birth and upbringing. What we all experienced in Hayneville was a call to honor the life, works and death of Jonathan Daniels and the Martyrs of Alabama by continuing to work for a just and equal society and a compassionate world.

The pilgrimage involved a procession from the central square in Hayneville to the building that was the jail where Daniels and his compañeros endured inhumane conditions after having been arrested for picketing a whites-only store in Fort Deposit, Alabama. All of the protestors were arrested and taken to jail in Hayneville. They were held for six days and refused to accept bail unless everyone was bailed. When the prisoners were released without transport back to Fort Deposit, Daniels and three others -- a white Roman Catholic priest and two African-American protestors -- went down the street to get a cold soft drink at Varner's Grocery Store, one of the few local stores that would serve nonwhites. They were met at the front by Tom Coleman, an engineer for the state highway department and unpaid special deputy, who wielded a shotgun and yelled an obscenity at them. When the man threatened the group and finally leveled his shotgun at Ruby Sales, Daniels pushed Sales to the ground, caught the full blast of the gun and was killed instantly.

Coleman was acquitted by a jury of 12 white men, on the grounds of self-defense, and in spite of the testimony of Ruby Sales.

In 1991 Daniels was designated a martyr of the Episcopal Church, one of 15 modern-day martyrs, and August 14th was designated as a day of remembrance for the sacrifice of Daniels and all the martyrs of the civil rights movement.

Our pilgrimage ended in the courthouse where Coleman was acquitted.
The bench where the judge sat was converted to an altar, and we celebrated a Eucharist where the hymns we sang were accompanied by singers who sat in the part of the courtroom where the jury that acquitted Coleman had sat. At the start of the Eucharist we were addressed by the mayor of Hayneville, an African-American woman. The law enforcement officers who had guarded our procession were African- American. Lowndes County, of which Hayneville is the seat, is 73% African-American.

I'm sure the world in which we live today, with its outward and visible signs of racial equality (to set aside for a moment the truth of the invisible racism that now permeates it), was just as hard for many of the people of 1960's Lowndes County to imagine as it is for us to imagine the amount of hatred and violence that once found a home there.

What I gained from Saturday's pilgrimage was a great sense of having participated in a healing of that chasm of history, circumstance and understanding. We know from the Holocaust and from 9/11 just how great is our human capacity to move beyond shocking historical events -- and then, eventually, to underestimate their significance -- without truly integrating their lessons.

It's a collective forgetting that is truly regrettable and that violates one of the principle axioms of human collective behavior: Those who do not learn from their history are doomed to repeat it. Saturday's pilgrimage, the ones preceding it and the ones to follow, are a small but powerful effort to turn back that tide of forgetting and replace it with healing.

Amen my brother Amen!

This Ex-Homeless Man Will Challenge Everything You Think You Know about the Homeless

When the “Questing Parson” and I were sharing the same Church Building, at his invite of course; one day a man with long flowing thin hair, a full beard, glasses and a cane showed up and took up residence in the church breeze way.

There was nothing unusual about this as Pastor Guy had always let the neighborhood’s homeless find shelter and safety on the grounds of the church.

However, this particular man was sent I believe by God to remind us to be about doing justice, being merciful and walking humble with God.

Chuck showed up at the church after having 2 strokes, 2 heart attacks and triple by-pass surgery. The place he had last lived was also his place of employment and when he was hospitalized the owner of business had no more use for him and let him go, effectively putting him on the streets of Atlanta.

You could not have met a nicer guy. He spent his days picking up around the church and at night keeping an eye on the church property keeping it safe from break-ins and vandals.

After Pastor Guy introduced him to me, he got interested in our ministry because while he was straight he was more then helpful to a couple of gay friends in the Navy to “help them along with their sexual experiences.” The way he had it figured folks in main-line churches just wouldn’t understand him being that helpful, so our church seemed like a good fit.

As time went on, we found out that Chuck had been in the Navy and was for a period of time part of the Viet Nam conflict. Now, I must tell you that experience, coupled with years of heavy drinking (he hasn’t had a drink now for about 5 years) and his strokes had not left him in good shape physically or mentally. He had been robbed of his ability to take care of himself fully and his mental capacity was not the best. He had many stories in his head, many experiences with people in the political arena and other famous folks that just didn’t connect with reality, if you know what I mean…yet by the grace of God he had managed to survive.

For a man who had a damaged heart physically, his spiritual heart was strong and focused. He was always the first to meet new folks at church and make them feel welcome. He was the first to read scripture during service and was just more then happy to help serve communion each week.

From his “breeze way” sleeping quarters he directed new folks who showed up at the church on the “how-to’s” of keeping their area neat, tidy and picked up. He enforced a “no alcohol” policy on church property, using his cane if needed to make the point.

If he had a sandwich to eat and someone showed up hungry then half was theirs…same was true of anything he had including his money, what little he got from doing minor chores, finding loose change or the generosity of strangers.

When the church had a potluck, he would gather the left over food and give it out to anyone who was hungry and many times without them asking…they would show up at the church and the first thing he did was give them something to eat.

Well everything was moving along fine, but then the “Questing Parson” decided to retire and was replace by a pastor from the suburbs who was very nervous around homeless folks and homosexuals, Chuck’s time of staying at the church was quickly coming to an end.

Now, I have lived long enough to know that even if people’s intentions are not the best, God can still work miracles through the crap.

Long story short, our church cut a deal with a local Hotel to let Chuck stay with them. Between, our church, the church of the new pastor and individual donations we managed to pay the weekly bill of $145.00. Now of course this was not a permanent solution and to be honest the new pastor just wanted to be done with this.

After all the church property was infected with LGBT people and they had to be removed before the church could fully recover from it’s lost ways of the last 7 or 8 years. But that is another blog….

Well, when the new pastor found out Chuck had been in the Navy and in Viet Nam, pressure was brought to bear on the VA on “why were they not taking care of their own”?

The new pastor made countless phone calls, wrote several letters and filled out volumes of paper work. God’s hand was in this as Chuck was granted a VA pension of just under $900.00 a month. As I said God works despite why people are doing the things they are doing.

Anyway, back at the Hotel, Chuck fit right in…chatting with the other residents, handing out his food supply and keeping the night watch man company in the wee hours of the morning. He met several new people and told them about the Church having services in the park and brought them to church. He kept me busy with folks he had met and needed help.

The location of the Hotel is exactly 3 miles from where we are worshipping in the park and Chuck walks the full 3 miles every Sunday, rain or shine, in the heat or in the cold, or good air days or bad. Many of us have offered to pick him for Church but he refuses by stating, “I’m a nice guy, I can get to church on my own”. Recently, he at least let’s us give him a ride home on Sunday’s.

The first thing Chuck did when he got his pension was to ask me what a tithe was. I explained and he directed me to take $80.00 per month and give it to the church as his tithe and offering. I was speechless…Chuck’s room rent was $628.33 per month which really left him about $200.00 a month to get food and other essentials.

At one point I had to ask him to give me his ATM card because every time someone needed $10.00, $15.00 or $20.00 he would give it to them no questions asked and never know if they were going to give it back.

He spends his days chatting and visiting and if a person has some need he tries to meet it and if he can’t he calls the church to let us know someone needs help. He constantly asks about the prayer needs of people and if they have been answered and has made some pretty outstanding offers of support when those prayers have not be answered in Chuck’s time frame.

He has stories, oh my God does he have stories and if you give him the chance he will tell you ever one of them sometimes twice just for good measure.

This is a man who has paid to fix people’s cars, paid their utilities bills, bought their groceries and even offered to pay their mortgages so they wouldn't be homeless.

When I explain to Chuck he does not have enough money to do these things and still keep a roof over his head and eat, I get Chuck’s finger pointing in my face and his standard remark; “I’m a nice guy, I have lived on the streets before, I can do it again and survive, but this person can’t and shouldn’t cause God knows it’s not right for them!”

There is a TV commercial that plays late at night, stating that Jesus the Christ has in fact returned and is living among us. They give you a number to call if you want to find who and where He is.

I don’t need to call the number, because I have seen the living Spirit of the Christ up close and personal and he reminds all who will listen, “Hey I’m a nice guy!”

Friday’s Trash

Is there no end to this trash we are subject to? I was referred to a book called,

In this groundbreaking book Joseph and Linda Ames Nicolosi uncovers the most significant factors that contribute to children's healthy sense of themselves as male or female. The Nicolosis provide clear insight for identifying potential developmental roadblocks and give practical advice to parents for helping their children. This book offers compassion and hope for all those parents who seek to lay a foundation for a healthy heterosexual identity in their children.

I was asked for my response, well it is Friday, my “day of no compassion”…so here is my response.

Dr. Joseph Nicolosi is the darling of the “Christian right” who is claiming to be able to "convert" one who is a homosexual to a heterosexual and now more particularly in this book that homosexuality can be prevented.

Nicolosi is the inventor of a form of therapy, which is referred to as “Reparative Therapy” and this is nothing more then a political spin of the "religious right" as a cover for the dismal failure of the "ex-gay" movement.

According to Jeffry G. Ford MA, LP

"Its roots stem back to the work of a British theologian and self proclaimed psychologist Elizabeth Moberly. Morberly wrote a couple of books in the early 1980's that the early "ex-gay movement" found very intriguing. Her research involved no subjects! She simply did an extensive literature review of the outdated works of Irving Bieber, Lawrence Hatterer and Sigmund Freud and came up with a relatively minor reinterpretation of their findings."

In order for reparative therapy to work, one must assume that "homosexuality" is a disorder of some kind or a personality defect to be corrected. These assumptions are:

1. We are called to love gay and lesbian people "struggling with sexual orientation"
2. Homosexual orientation is chosen or is the result of bad childhood experiences; and
3. People cannot condone this "sinful" behavior that was chosen by their loved ones, and therefore "cannot accept their gay, lesbian and bisexual family members".

This is pure trash and an out and out lie. Here are some pointers as to why:

1. Sexual orientation is not a disease. In 1973. The American Psychiatric Association removed the term "homosexuality" from the list of mental and emotional disorders. Therefore, it does not need to be cured.
2. "Reparative therapy" doesn't work. In 1990, the American Psychological Association stated that scientific evidence does not show that conversion therapy works and that it can do more harm than good.
3. "Reparative therapy" is dangerous. In 1998, the American Psychiatric Association stated it was opposed to reparative therapy, stating, "Psychiatric literature strongly demonstrates that treatment attempts to change sexual orientation are ineffective. However, the potential risks are great, including depression, anxiety and self-destructive behavior..."
4. According to the American Medical Association, "most of the emotional disturbance experienced by gay men and lesbians around their sexual identity is not based on physiological causes but rather is due more to a sense of alienation in an un-accepting environment. For this reason, aversion therapy is no longer recommended for gay men and lesbians."
5. The Surgeon General's Call to Action to Promote Sexual Health and Responsible Sexual Behavior (2001) asserts that homosexuality is not "a reversible lifestyle choice." (Information supplied from: "Reparative" Therapy or "Ex-Gay" Ministries page of the National P-Flag website)

I would like to note for the record that "struggling with sexual orientation" is the “key” card in the "house of cards therapy". This comes from the same idiocy, which we know about concerning the American Indians: who had no idea they were savages till the arriving Christians told them they were. To this I will offer this. I am 52 year old, gay man who is the Pastor of an inner-city Christian Church, own a home, pay my taxes, contribute to the national economy, vote in every election, and live a full, loving, and exciting life with my same gender partner of 25 years.

I assure my readers it has not been a struggle but rather an incredible blessing! Further the people who struggle with this issue do so because they have been told they are some sort of “abomination of God”

We struggle with this issue because the morally frozen and hypocritical heterosexuals tell us too. When my Father, caught me masturbating at the age of 12 or so…he told me God would kill me for doing that and quoted scripture and said: “But Onan knew that the offspring would not be his; so whenever he lay with his brother's wife, he spilled his semen on the ground to keep from producing offspring for his brother. What he did was wicked in the Lord’s sight; so he put him to death also.” (Genesis 38:9-10)

It should also be noted this whole idea of "reparative therapy" or conversion therapy is a religious question trapped inside a psychological costume.

Since the “religious right” no longer has a strong theological argument for condemning homosexuality…they have turned to the secular world to help them.

"Reparative Therapy" is based upon several religious lies or more correctly "Christian" lies. Some of which are:

The Book of Leviticus expressly forbids homosexual sex.
The purity laws of the ancient priesthood are a code of ethics rooted in a time and culture that is far removed from today's world. Among other things it forbids shaving, wearing clothing made of two different materials, eating rare meat, and many other things. The edict against homosexual sex is part of this code, no more or no less important than the verse that forbids harvesting an entire field of grain or piercing an ear. It is important only as a historical document, not as a set of rules to follow in this time.

Sodom was destroyed for the sin of homosexuality.
Sodom and homosexuality were not connected until the Middle Ages. In Biblical days it was acknowledged that Sodom was destroyed for greed and inhospitality. While some believe that it was probable that the men of Sodom were bent on raping Lot's visitors, this was an act of violence, not an indication of the sexual preference of the male population of the city. There are many references of Sodom in the Bible (Ezekiel 16:49; Mark 6:11; 2 Peter 2:6-8, among others) but none of them mention homosexuality.

There are scriptures affirming the Biblical condemnation of homosexual sex.
(Romans 6: 26-27, 1 Corinthians 6:9 and 1 Timothy) “There is no doubt this is a condemnation of homosexuality. Yet there is a twist. Paul, as well as other authors of scripture, understood the practices they contemned as perversion, to be acts committed by heterosexuals. Modern considerations of sexual orientation were not considered by Biblical writers.” (Rev. Guy Kent “” “Homosexuality and the Church” essay)

It should be pointed out that because a few verses either show favorably or unfavorably towards a subject, does not mean the "Bible" supports or doesn't support something.

The Bible is a collection of sacred writings that come from different time periods and are written by different authors trying to explain from their point of view who God is and how we as humans relate to and journey with God. The views of each of these authors are as varied as the authors themselves. One must always remember that the Bible is a history and guide to a faith. The Bible is not the end- all and be-all on any subject of faith. It may be divinely inspired but hardly divinely written.

One's psychological sanity and safety should never be set aside for the sake of a particular religious belief, particularly when there is on going evidence for one's sexual orientation being formed at an early age and having far more to do with genetics then religion or particular behaviors.

The "religious right" and Nicolosi have spent so much time trying to eliminate the gay community, they have missed the vast majority of people in the LGBT community who lead wonderfully wholesome lives.

Maybe one day there will be research done in this part of the gay, lesbian bi or transgendered community that is whole, healthy and happy, but until then we will have to endure the lies and misinformation of the religious right and the fraudulent psychological "equine fecal matter" being set forth by people like Dr. Joseph Nicolosi.

This guy and his ilk are wolves in sheep’s clothing looking to make a buck at the expense of people’s mental and emotional well being.

Alone Time

Last Saturday evening around 8:30pm we got a call at home from one of Bill’s sisters saying that our sister-in-law Sheila had passed away. This was the wife of Bill’s second oldest brother Allen. She had developed a brain tumor a few years back and this was the end of a long battle of her trying to keep control of her life. As the tumor grew and took over more of her brain, she found herself needing more and more help. She deeply resented not being able to do for herself and so was not a particularly good patient. So for me her passing was somewhat of a relief as she would no longer have to suffer or be in pain.

I should also mention this was the sister-in-law along with another sister of Bill’s who tried to make our life miserable because we were together. She and this other sister were the only ones out of the entire family who were not at Bill’s and my commitment ceremony (read wedding). She also stood in the way of me doing Bill’s Mom’s funeral even though that is what our Mom wanted. So again her passing was for us a relief, we know that she now knows the truth of our love.

Her feelings about homosexuality translated into great tension between Bill and her husband (Allen). So bad was the tension that at one point years ago at the funeral of Bill’s mom these two almost came to blows. While they kind of settled things…they did not keep in close contact except through other family members.

The weekend before I had been out of town doing my hobby, umpiring at a national ASA 18 and under slow pitch softball tournament in Columbus Georgia. I had been gone for 5 days and so this past weekend was to be spent trying to get caught up with chores, church and my husband. Then with that phone call everything changed.

First, just getting back into town…I could not turn around and go out of town again. My schedule between the church and umpiring was just too full. Second, I wasn’t all that excited about going to this particular funeral. Third, Cincinnati is a long drive when your vehicles are due for work in the shop. Further getting a flight on short notice was going to cost almost more money then major league baseball player makes. So you can imagine what it would cost for two.

Well Billy saw this as an opportunity to spend some time with the family and maybe even do a little renewing of a relationship with the widower. So there was just no doubt that he had to go. So I went to work on trying to get a flight. Long and short of it we got it done and put him on a jet this past Monday morning at 6:00am.

I got back to the house at about 6:20am, walked in the door and then WHAM!!!!!!!!!!! It hit me………I was alone in our house, ALONE.

Bill and I have been together for 25 plus years. Yes, I have traveled without him because of work mostly. Yet, neither one of us gave this much thought because Bill has always been a “homebody” and it was the best part of the trip coming home and finding him in my arms with a big smile, a huge kiss and in most cases some kind of great dessert to say he had missed me.

Even when we were separated for a short time a few years back, I never moved out and still saw him everyday.

So I have to tell you this was different…I walked in the dining room where there was a pair of his pants slung over a chair…but there was no one to bitch too about it. I walked into the kitchen…his kitchen, it is really his kitchen, I just pass through sometimes. Everything was ready to cook a meal but there was something missing…Bill

I went upstairs to go back to bed for a little more sleep, but the bed was suddenly just too big…no Bill draping himself over me and no 80 pound dogs, because they were at the front door waiting for “Daddy Bill” to come home.

I got up and went about my day…had to study for an umpire written test that night…but damn that wasn’t going well because I was not being interrupted ever 5 mins. or so with news of the neighborhood, gossip from Bill’s work or some ruling that Judge Judy had just made. There was no thundering from upstairs where Bill would be on his hands and knees playing the “pack leader” with the dogs…I was alone and not liking it one bit.

I got home that evening but there was no one there to tell that I thought I had aced the umpire test.

I sat down to watch my new favorite show “The Closer” but it was not nearly as interesting without Bill’s running commentary as to who actually did the crime. Then came my 2nd favorite show “Saving Grace”, but damn that was boring as I had no one to discuss the deep theological statements being made in the script. Nor was there anyone to discuss how hot some of those cowboys were and gee if were just young again.

I tried to get the dogs attention to play with them, but they were in the front room laying at the front door…watching, waiting, and looking for “Daddy Bill” to come home.

Now in our little world Bill normally comes home from work around 12:30am as he works second shift. Did I tell you we have a 15 year old Macaw who just thinks Bill is his Mother?

Well I had tried writing a blog but couldn’t stop wondering how things were going with Bill…I tried watching the news, but when I laid down on the couch I could smell him…his after shave, his hair…I could feel him rubbing my shoulders…I could see his deep brown eyes smiling at me, I could hear his soft voice telling me he loved me. ALRIGHT, ALRIGHT!!!! I can’t take this anymore I am going to bed…it is 12:30am

Have you ever heard a Macaw scream and work for attention? If not it sounds like someone is being murdered…it is loud and piercing and continual. I tried to give him some attention but he was having none of it…it was 12:30am and his mother was suppose to be there giving him peanuts. Then I remembered that when the lights go out he quiets down. So I went to that bed that was far too big and it started all over again, I could smell him, I could hear his laugh, I could feel him against me…the dogs, where are the dogs…oh yea at the front door waiting for “Daddy Bill” to come home. I am so alone.

Tuesday through today have been miserable…it is more then hot in Atlanta, the house is empty and I cannot get Bill out of my head. Last night I dreamed (I never dream of at least that I remember after waking up) of all the trips Bill and I have taken, my Mom was with us for some strange reason…humm… probably cause she likes him more then she likes me…but I woke up looking at the clock knowing that in a little over 12 hours I would be picking him up at the airport and I really started remembering how deeply I love him, how much I need him, remembering if it were not for him I would have left the ministry years ago…thinking how incredibly thankful I am to God for bringing this man into my life 25 years ago. Knowing beyond any doubt he is truly “the wind beneath my wings”!

Then I realized that Allen (Bill’s brother) was going through the exact same thing…his house was empty, in the kitchen were the tools where Shelia prepared their meals but nothing would be cooked this day, the laundry room had her cloths, the yard had her hand on the flowers that bloom in late summer, he can smell her on the pillow, he can see her smile as she plays with the grandkids, he can feel her holding him and telling him she loves him…he is alone, oh so alone.

My man, the one who has always been able to see into the soul of a person and know what to do to meet a need, saw and knew what his brother was going to be feeling and so he went to him to be with him.

He went to help Allen through his alone time, to remind him that despite everything, they are brothers, they are family. He went to hug him, hold him and remind him that he would always love him and to hold his hand in his time of great loss.

Billy is walking, talking proof of a loving God. He is so in touch with the Spirit of God that allows one to love unconditionally. He is so strong that he can see beyond the hurt sent his way and love anyway. This is the man I married, this is the man who chose to married me.

He chose to love me, to live with me in spite of me and to never give up on me even when I had given up on myself. Yes, I really am the luckiest man on the face of the earth. God has blessed me beyond all measure with this gift called Bill.

At 8:59pm tonight I am going to be busy telling the man I love how much I appreciate him, how much I need him and how much I love him. Yes, life in God is good!

Jesus' Memo to the Haters: Worry About Yourselves

Let’s start with some quotes that I have been subjected to for the last 30 or 40 years:




"Matthew Sheppard has been in hell for 3209 days."

“Homo sex is a sin”

"Men with men, and women with women; it is an abomination," citing Leviticus 18:22 and Romans 1:18-32.

"God Hates the USA"

"God Hates Fag Enablers"

"Fags are worthy of Death"

"Your Pastor is Lying"

Finally a letter I got because of my previous blog:

"This story of yours mocks God, you need to look at Romans more carefully without your bias about what you want or what your needs are. It talks about persons thinking they are wise and being fooling and their hearts darkened. It also talks about dishonoring your bodies and changing the truth of God into a lie. I can honestly say there are so many Christians out there now who try to justify their behavior. If we don't believe any of the bible and feel the need to justify or change it for our own needs why bother? God is not mocked. You are not a messenger of God, but a tool of the Devil and you will pay the price with the burning of your soul in hell!"

All I could do after reading this was shake my head in wonderment of how mean some so called Christians could be. How on earth could anyone think that what happen that early morning in the hospital was changing the truth of God into a lie? Here was the truth of God being played out in real life and this person denied it is real, denied the absolute unconditional love of God.

My first response in most of these cases is to mention the story of “Peter the coward”, you know the one who denied even knowing Jesus not once but three times, and after being forgiven by Jesus started whining about John. Then Jesus saying,

"If I want him to live until I come again, what's that to you? You—follow me." That is how the rumor got out among the brothers that this disciple wouldn't die. But that is not what Jesus said. He simply said, "If I want him to live until I come again, what's that to you?"

This would be a nice biblical way of telling some folks to stay out of the LGBT community’s bedrooms and other peoples faith walk and take care of their own relationship with God. Yet I guess it is not that easy. I mean why are these people so worked up over the prospect of God actually loving God’s LGBT creation and wanting to be relationship with them?

Then I re-read Luke 15:25-32 (The Message) and it hit me. These people are the older brother in the story. They have spent their lives staying the course, going to church every Wednesday and Sunday. They show up at all the church functions without fail.

They pray at every meal. They pray before every game. They pray before tests. They pray before, during and after church. They pray before going to sleep.

They serve on all the right church committees. They clean the church. They participate in church services by ushering, being greeters, readers, and singing in the choir.

They are the guardians of the money, the keepers of the church property and serve on the committee that calls the Pastor and proclaims the one called, is most assuredly of God.

They are the keepers of the law, seeing to it that anyone who does not keep the rules is properly punished and removed from the fellowship.

They are the keepers of the moral law even when they may fall short themselves-for after all no truer words have been spoken on their behalf then when the older brother in the story says,

“Look how many years I've stayed here serving you, never giving you one moment of grief, but have you ever thrown a party for me and my friends? Then this son of yours who has thrown away your money (blessings) on whores (gay life style) shows up and you go all out with a feast!”

If you don’t think that is true, you should have been at “Gay Pride” in Atlanta this year. They were lined up on the street corner with their signs that read much like the quotes at the beginning of this blog. For a group of people who were right with God…they were saddest, unhappiest and angry people I have ever seen.

They never hear God clearly say to them,

“you don't understand. You're with me all the time, and everything that is mine is yours—but this is a wonderful time, and we had to celebrate. This brother of yours was dead (out of relationship with God), and he's alive (back in relationship with God)! He was lost, and he's found!”

Yep that is it… and they have become the Peter spoken of at the end of the Gospel of John. Except now they are whining about LGBT folks having a place in God’s kingdom too. Maybe they ought to listen more closely to the response of the Messiah.

“They want to get married!” “What is that to you? You follow me.”

“They want to be ministers!” “What is that to you? You follow me.”

“They call themselves Christian but have sex outside of marriage!” “What is that to you? You follow me.”

I agree when one comes back into relationship with God and the Christ one becomes a new person and should attempt to live out a life which "does justice, acts mercifully, and walks humbly with God" [Micah 6:8]. Even more importantly following the command of the Christ: “That you love one another as I have loved you. Understanding from the depths of our souls this statement of Jesus; "Greater love has no one than this, that he lay down his life for his friends. You are my friends if you do what I command."

So, let me ask where is the justice in condemning LGBT people for something they do not choose? Where is the mercy in denying those same people job protection, health benefits and the ability to marry and be in covenant with one another? How is it walking humbly with God to insist in the world which God created, the definition of sexuality is only their definition of what is natural and when this definition gets troublesome they simple re-define it so that they continue in the good Christian lifestyle.

You see, I believe it was Jesus who said, "let the one without sin cast the first stone."

Those who are the most worried about the LGBT community living in sin should not be casting stones our way to begin with. Why with adultery, fornication, divorce, lust, murder, theft, spousal abuse, child abuse, and idolatry they have plenty to be concerned about themselves and should leave us GLBT Christians alone.

Gee I wonder, given all that "heterosexual people" do that is horrible before God, could someone please explain how Christian heterosexuals can continue living a straight lifestyle?

Oh yea I almost forgot...“What is that to you? You follow me.”

Doing Something a Little Different

Honest folks there is a part two to the last full blog "Coming Home". I really intended to have it posted by the end of the day...but a very busy pastoral week has prevented that. Please say a prayer and or send good thoughts for Teresa, a parishioner of the church who is having a VERY tough time.

Now I am in the process of getting ready to participate in my hobby and serve this weekend as an ASA Umpire.

In just a few hours I will leave to do my first National tournament for Girls' 18-Under Slow Pitch in Columbus, GA - July 26-29, 2007.

I started doing this as a way to stay active, have some fun away from the office and participate in the community from a different point of view.

This is my 3rd full year of calling both slow pitch and fast pitch softball, so I am really just a rookie going to this "national tournament. So is was an honor to be picked to calls games this weekend...hence I am just a tad nervous.

But I digress...when I return I will offer my thoughts as to who the older brother is in the story told by Jesus in Luke 15:11-32 in our 21st century stay tuned Sunday evening.

Coming Home

I stood in the emergency room of a local hospital with a young man who was barely 20, who was badly beaten and stabbed. He had been working the streets to get money for something to eat and a place to stay. He was on the streets because when his family found out he was gay based on all that he had learned in the church and heard from the preachers, he “just knew” they hated him and would cut off his schooling and throw him out…so he took his “stuff” and what cash he could find in his mother’s purse and father’s wallet and left for the big city.

Now prior to being on the streets for 3 months he was a handsome young man, long flowing black hair and a smile that would cause your heart to melt.

Yet, there was no smile at 4am this particular morning, and the long flowing hair was matted in his blood from where the knife had cut his face and ear. No this day there was only a look of agony, desperation, pain and anger.

Yet, the feelings were not aimed at the perpetrator of the beating, or his family, rather it was all aimed at God. In a horse whisper he told me to “go away, there was nothing I could do for him…God is punishing me, this was my fault for being a queer”! I had prayed to God for help, to change me but there was only silence. I went to a church in Midtown once, but was told I needed to clean up to attend service.” So with tears rolling down his blood stained face he cried, “I want to be with God but God sure as hell does not want me, won’t even talk to me.” “I want my parents, but they have no reason to want me.”

I was stunned, I needed to say something, anything to give this child of God some hope…“Oh God, do not be silent now give me something useful to say!”

I am thinking from a relationship standpoint God is never silent when it comes to dealing with us. I think it has more to do with whether we are paying attention or not. I also believe it has a lot to do with how we have been taught to view God. A God of law and judgment, or a God of mercy and reconciliation. A God who punishes and breaks relationship or a God who will do anything to be in relationship with us.

The only thing that came to me was Luke 15:11-32 (Read slowly and then continue with me)

You see when I get stuck for answers God seems to remind me of those things that Jesus taught, those things that remind us what God is really like. Most of my friends will tell you these times turn into sermons, this was no different.

The story you just read (Luke 15:11-32) and I shared with this young man was given by Jesus to help the listeners get an idea of what God was all about in relation to God’s people. Here is the loving and caring father image of God. The two sons are very representative of our world today especially when we speak of the GLBT community and the challenges we face.

We in the GLBT community can certainly relate to the younger brother…can we not? Living at home and over the years; beginning to figure out that we are different, that we are not fitting into the scheme of things.

Recognizing the values we are being taught somehow does not apply in the same way to us.

Recognizing that we can’t talk about it at home because it would cause such an up roar that we would have to leave or be thrown out.

Recognizing the standards that are being set before us for success and a good place in society are only a fantasy we will never achieve. Ah…. yes we of the GLBT community have indeed stood where this younger brother stood. We stand where this younger brother did recognizing we would never be acceptable to our Family or God for that matter.

So we begin to visualize what it would be like in a world where we are not held accountable because of who we are. We start to dream of having a life free from the burden of feeling like our love is an abomination to our Father.

We look out into the world and dream of another place; where we can be who we want to be, do as we wish and go where we want to go. So we go to our family and claim what is ours and set off on our own.

We are excited by the anticipation of a new city, new people, and new adventures. So we slip off into the night…maybe leaving a note, maybe having one last fight about how we are grown up and can fend for ourselves.

We might even have that last angry prayer with God where we say, "if I am going to hell then I will enjoy life and all that it has to offer first." The church and all it hypocrisy now has no meaning for us, it doesn't want us and we don't need it. We will do it on our own, on our own terms. As Gloria once sang, “I will survive!”

Like the younger brother in Jesus' story we arrive at that far away destination…we are free, at last free from all that entangled us at home. We claim a great job. We see a great celebration of life…the nightlife, the bars, the groups, the clubs. We see ourselves living with great prestige and wealth. We vision great romance and untold happiness.

Yet, wait…what is this? The only job we can find is for minimum wage and the cost of housing is far from our means. The night life is filled with danger…temptation…drugs, alcohol, robbery, smoked filled bars and police hassles for hanging around all the wrong places.

The idea of prestige and wealth has become only a distant memory of what we thought we could do. Our romance is filled with fake numbers, lies, abusive sex, drugs, phone sex, alcohol, cyber sex, bath houses, and ultimatly moving from one relationship to the next growing more bitter with each change of partner. We find ourselves not being able to maintain any kind of meaningful relationship, and now we are afraid.

Suddenly, it occurs to us that we are not free but in the deep agony of fear. We are alone.

What friends we have made are killed, dying or moving away. We are alone.

We lose the only decent job we had because they "don't like faggots here." We are alone.

With no way to pay the rent we borrow money or maybe even sell ourselves, or worse yet start selling things that will cause us to end up in a far worse situation then the street. We are alone and afraid. Or as this young man for whom I write, end up in the emergency room fighting for our life.

It occurs to us God seems far away and angry with us. If we could just tell God we’re sorry, if God would just help us. Yet we are apart of the hated GLBT community and God will never accept us back, much less help us. Did not the church say to us; "You have no place in the Kingdom!"

As Jesus is telling the story, the younger brother decides to go back home because even the slaves were better off then he is. Remember Jesus is telling us this story to give us a picture of what God is like, how God reacts to God's people. It is not about a dramatic change other then the younger brother deciding to come home. If you will, come back to God.

Remember the first time you thought about being out and proud? Remember how you weren't sure if this was right… you weren't sure you were good enough? Look we had kicked God out of our lives, quite praying and stopped loving. “The church was right all along… “look at my life now” kinds of stuff.

Yet we miss the most important words of the story, “while still a long ways off the father (God) ran to greet and embrace his son.” (us).

Jesus is saying to all of us, the time away makes no difference, the wild and crazy times do not count, nor do the empty pockets. What matters is that we are coming home. God has been watching for us and is racing to us, to assure us we are welcome even while we are still yet a long ways off. Yes, we may be afraid, we may be weary, we may be heavy burdened, but God comes to us, embraces us and calls for a celebration.

Well, Jose (not his real name) let me pray with him (that’s what you do after a sermon) and when we finished the nurse was standing there with a message from his Dad, which said, “We are on the way to the hospital, your Mother and I will be there in about 4 hours.” “Hang on, I love you.”

At 5:30am I stood at my truck in the parking garage and cried like a baby after hearing the voice of God to one very lonely, scared and hurting gay man… “Hang on I love you.”

A House Divided

As I continue to write this blog, I praise God for the fact I have at least one regular reader, my mentor, my friend and sometimes my nightmare, “the Questing Parson. If you have not checked out his blog you should, it is one of the best.

He told me in e-mail;

“Blogging, when one takes it seriously, brings more discipline, more clarity of thought, and more desire to inform one's self. I'm betting you're going to start doing more reading and studying than you ever imagined.”

Of course he was right.

I read an old sermon by Dr. L. Bruce Miller of Robertson-Wesley United Church of Christ from Alberta, Canada. His sermon was about Canada's Supreme Court decision to include in the Human Rights portion of the constitution the words "sexual orientation". He likens this to the resurrection of Christ.

He sees the gay, lesbian community being dead spiritually. Through no fault of their own, but rather the Church is killing them. The methodology for killing us is through its lethargy and apathy, by tolerating and perpetuating institutions and patterns of death rather than life. He states that resurrection is about transformation.

"Transforming from death to life, from spiritual alienation and estrangement to spiritual fulfillment and genuine connectedness to others."

He goes on to give several life-transforming examples including the high court's decision.

He has a point. Our LGBT community is under going a slow death. It is a very deliberately planned and well-carried out death sentence.

Something as simple as safe housing for Trans folks seems to be a good example. Recently, there was the denial of safe housing for one who did nothing wrong except express her correct gender. None of the shelters in Atlanta would open their doors to this pre-op male to female trans person. I might also add that several “main-line Christian organizations and churches” refused to help as well. The cost for this person of God was much too high.

After losing her job, her family, and ultimately being denied a safe place to rest, she took her own life by placing a .357 into her mouth and pulling the trigger. How very sad, especially when a little compassion and guts might have saved her life. Before people say, “Well she could have come to us, we would have helped”.

Atlanta is a big city and very few churches are marketing themselves as being progressive, welcoming and a place where there are no walls. Come on if we are honest LGBT issues in most churches is really more like “Don’t ask, don’t tell” because pastor’s doesn’t want to split the church. LGBT issues are spoken of in a whisper. It is no big surprise she did not find you.

Yet, I am even more terrified, because this is happening right in front of the leadership of the GLBT community and they are too busy trying to fit in to see it. We as a community have become too focused on being acceptable and respectable.

I am terrified because we (LGBT folks) are trying to hold hands with the very institution perpetuating a genocide. Like those living the “battered wife syndrome” we keep going back for more because

“we just know they will change”


My friends might be saying: "How are we doing this?" We are doing this by trying to blend in and be a part of the church rather than calling it out in truth and claiming our rightful place within the creation of God. While the Church is telling us we are loved...under the radar the Church is telling us we are an abomination.

The Lutherans are saying, “we will ordain you to ministry, but don’t have sex.”

The Roman Catholics say, “come to church just don’t take communion, have sex or want to get married. “If one of our priests messes up, we will cover it up.”

There is a part of the Episcopal Church that not only doesn’t want gay folks in ministry but they don’t want women either so they have declared war. They say they haven’t but what else would you call it when you set up your own church within a church?

The United Methodist Church, oh God where do I go with this, let it suffice to say as a former member of the UMC “people who live in glass houses ought not being throwing stones at the LGBT community under any circumstances”.

By bringing this up I will be told I am bashing the Church. Yet one cannot get away from the evil effects of abusive and oppressive use of the Bible and religion against the LGBT community.

We are systematically taught that we are evil, that we choose to be homosexual and that we are depraved.

In our deepest being we wonder: "Am I going to hell?" “Could this love I feel for my partner not be of God”? So we fear by being different from the majority we will go to hell. So we do everything we can to say we are not different.

We buy the slogan, "The one who dies with the most toys wins." We let affirmative action go by the wayside because it is race discrimination rather then equal opportunity. We tell people in our own community what is morally correct because it is so by interpretation of the scripture by the Church. The same Church, by the way, that says we are an abomination in the sight of God.

The same Church that says women must submit to men.

The same Church that says they are pro life and than willingly support the snuffing out the life of another human being by lethal injection. This is nothing more then late term abortion, but then what do I know.

The same Church that says women do not have a place in the pulpit.

The same Church that if their “cash-cow” pastor gets a divorce will change the rules so the cash keeps coming in.

The same Church that will punish a “progressive” congregation in the inner city by sending it a pastor from the suburbs who will then destroy all evidence of progressive thought in less then a year.

We in the GLBT community must stop deceiving ourselves. This is not political or about an institution. This is about our soul.

We must begin to speak the truth of God's love for all people. We must speak this truth as a whole creation of God, rather then some freaky “love that dare not speak its name”. We must make this claim with the full knowledge that we are uniquely and wonderfully made in the image of God.

We must begin celebrating our gifts because we are gay, lesbian, bi or transgendered and God has something for us to do, something to give back to this world.

We can no longer be content not to be fired from our jobs, get insurance benefits or live quietly in the suburbs.

We must talk about our history, our heroes. We must act rather the react. We must point out that some of the best; the brightest and most articulate people of the world have come from the LGBT community. One of God’s gifts to the world.

We must point out that in blighted urban areas, it is our talented and creative community who rebuilds and puts life back into the area.

We must talk about how in the midst of our young dying that we have taught the world how to die with dignity and to live life to the fullest.

We must confront and refute the blatant lies and fear mongering of the religious bigots. Now is not the time to sit quietly in the comfort of our homes while the LGBT youth of the world continue to die, get beat to the point of death or drown out who they are in alcohol and drugs.

I ponder the same question that Jesus asked so long ago when he asked: "What does one profit if they gain the whole world but sacrifice their soul?" My fear is if we continue on our current path, we might gain the world but we will have lost our souls.

I would rather travel the path that shouts loudly and clearly,

“For I am convinced that neither death nor life, neither angels nor demons, neither the present nor the future, nor any powers, neither height nor depth, nor anything else in all creation, will be able to separate us from the love of God that is in Christ Jesus our Lord.”

(Romans 8:38-39 New International Version)

A House Divided

Two things have happened to me recently. One thing was I was finding it hard to explain what my vision for our community was about and to explain why that was hard to do. Then I was feeling increasingly frustrated with our community (GLBT). Then I read a couple of articles that suddenly put form to my hard to explain vision.

I read a sermon by Dr. L. Bruce Miller of Robertson-Wesley United Church of Christ from Alberta Canada. His sermon centered on Canada’s Supreme Court decision to include in the Human Rights portion of the constitution the words “sexual orientation”. He likens this to the resurrection of Christ.

He sees the gay, lesbian community being dead spiritually. Through no fault of our own, but rather the “Christian Church” is killing us. Its methodology of this murder is through its lethargy and apathy. By it’s tolerating and perpetuating institutions and patterns of death rather than life. He states that resurrection is about transformation. “Transforming from death to life, from spiritual alienation and estrangement to spiritual fulfillment and genuine connectedness to others.” He goes on to give several life transforming examples including the high court’s decision.

Suddenly, I said yes! This is it exactly. Our community has been under going a slow death. A very deliberately planned and well carried out death sentence. Dr. Miller gives the following example of the “Christian Church’s” message to its homosexual sisters and brothers.

“We should listen to the children, like the diary of young Bobby Griffith: ‘February 19, 1992. Why did you do this to me God? Am I going to hell? That’s the gnawing question that’s always drilling little holes in the back of my mind. Please don’t send me to hell. I’m really not that bad am I? ...Life is so cruel and unfair!’ In desperation and despair, Bobby killed himself. It is only by listening that we can come to see the other as a real person made in the image of God, loved by God, and as caring and compassionate as any of us.”

I am terrified, because this is happening right in front of our community and we are too busy trying to fit in to see it. We as a community have become focused on being acceptable and respectable. To call what the “Christian Church” is doing murder is too lenient. Genocide is a much better description. I am terrified because we are trying to hold hands with the very institution perpetuating this genocide.

At this point you may be saying; “How are we doing this?” We are doing this by trying to blend in and be apart of rather than speaking out in truth and claiming our rightful place within the creation of God. While the “Christian Church” is telling us we are is telling our young they are an abomination. Our young are hearing the message, why aren’t we?

The second thing that struck me was an article written by Dr. Rembart Truluck called Genocide is Murder. In this article Dr. Truluck says, “Recently a new twist has developed in the war of homophobic religionists against us. We are accused of bashing Christians when we point out the evil effects of abusive and oppressive use of the Bible and religion against homosexuals. My e-mail that comes to my web site has made it abundantly clear to me that the main reason gay and lesbian people are suicidal is because of the twisted and demeaning religious teachings that have turned homosexual people against themselves.”

Trouble developed in my previous church because the leadership no longer wanted to be a gay church. They thought I was being too political. They no longer wanted to hear the words gay, lesbian, bi or transgender from the pulpit. The message was clear with statements made such as: “I have been gay for 40 years and have had no problems.” “Holy Unions and marriage are not the same thing, we can’t get married anyway.” “Race relations and homosexuality and its acceptance are different issues.” “People with AIDS should not have been so promiscuous.” “The church has no place in government or policy.” “We can’t win the spiritual battle, so lets concentrate on something a majority of the American people support-employment.” “I almost died in the pew when you said the Christian Church was our enemy.”

My friends, we are buying this equine fecal matter and hoping that it will be a rose. We as a community are making those statements because like Bobby Griffith we are systematically taught we are evil, that we choose to be homosexual and we are depraved. In our deepest being we ask; “Am I going to hell?” So we fear by being different from the majority we will go to hell. So we do everything we can to say we are not different. We buy the slogan, “the one with the most toys when they die wins.” We let affirmative action go by the wayside because it is race discrimination rather then equal opportunity. We tell people what is morally correct because it is so by interpretation of scripture by the “Christian Church”. The same church, by the way that says we are an abomination in the sight of God. The same church that supported slavery. The same church who told the American Indians they were savages. The same church that says women must submit to men. The same church that says they are pro life and than willingly support the snuffing out the life of another human being by lethal injection. The same church that says women have no place in the pulpit. The same church that “will travel over sea and land to make single convert, and when they have that one will make that one twice as fit for hell...” (Matthew 23:15)

We must stop deceiving ourselves; this is not a political war, this is a war of the soul. We must begin to speak the truth of God’s love for all people. We must speak this truth as a whole creation of God, rather then some freaky love that dare not speak its name.

We live in a country where morals, ethics and spirituality take a back seat to economics and physical security. Rather then celebrating our gifts to our world because we are gay, lesbian, bi or transgender we have become content not to be fired from our jobs, get insurance benefits or live quietly in the suburbs.

We no longer talk about our history, our heroes. We do not point out that in blighted urban areas, it is our talented and creative community who rebuilds and puts life back into the area. We do not talk often enough how in the midst of our young dying that we have taught the world how to die with dignity and to live life to it's fullest. We do not attack and refute the blatant lies and fear mongering of the religious bigots. Instead, we sit quietly by in the comfort of our homes while the Bobby Griffith’s of the world continue to die, get beat to the point of death or drown out who they are in alcohol and drugs.

I fear that our community has become too comfortable to remember the sacred words that say; “what is it that God requires of you? That you do justice, act mercifully and walk humbly with your God.” Loving God requires doing justice, being Christian in the spiritual sense is about doing justice.

I ask each reader today to ponder the same question that Jesus asked so long ago when he asked; “What does one profit if they gain the whole world but sacrifice their soul?” My fear is if we continue on our current path, we might gain the world but we will have lost our souls.

A Move to the Dark Side

Remember I said I was looking forward to a nice quiet evening at home with my husband, dogs, a good book and some Braves baseball? Well all that got flushed down the toilet when I read the following e-mail. (Printed in its entirety)

By the way this is going to be a longer piece-so to my good pastor friend and mentor who is going to yell at me, so let this be consider an essay. For the rest of you get a cup or coffee or your favorite beverage when reading, and pull up a chair and set a spell.

<<”Hi Friends, Many of you may have already heard the news that I was officially removed from the clergy roster of the Evangelical Lutheran Church in America on Monday, July 2, 2007. I lost my appeal, and Bishop Warren won on every point of his cross-appeal. I want to thank all of you for your prayers and your amazing support during this last year. It’s been an overwhelming experience to receive such affirmation and love. I’m including some things that I’ve written in the last couple of days, in case you’re interested. I’ve also included the full decision from the Committee on Appeals, a frightening document in its lack of grace, compassion, and vision. Primarily, however, I simply wanted to thank you for holding me and giving me such strength to take on the challenge that the charges, the trial, the appeal, and the final judicial decision provided to me in this last year. Peace,


I’m disheartened that the Committee on Appeals would remove me from the roster without ever meeting me; without meeting the people of St. John’s Lutheran Church; or without even coming to Atlanta to experience our congregation at work in the neighborhood. Their decision was made on paper, not face to face.

I’m afraid this confirms what so many think about that church; that it’s a bureaucracy that’s more interested in following rules than it is witnessing to the compassionate love of God. I’m ashamed that this document comes from the denomination that I have served for the last twenty years. I would have hoped that it might have, at least, mentioned Jesus or offered to pray for me and for this congregation.

I want my denomination to witness to the Jesus that I know and love; a savior who is more interested in relationships more than in rules. I think that has always been the heart of the Lutheran message: God is, first and foremost, a gracious and loving God. God isn’t a heartless judge.

So I’m sad today; sad that the ELCA didn’t do the compassionate thing; sad that the journey for justice must go on longer.

But I’m also encouraged; encouraged by the love of this congregation; encouraged by our determination to continue to be faithful participants in the church; encouraged that the ELCA will have a chance to change the policy once and for all in Chicago.

St. John’s Lutheran Church has been an amazing community to serve. We have been growing and thriving these last seven years, and I expect that we will continue to do that. The congregation issued their call to me in 2000, and as far as we’re concerned, that call has not changed. The good news for today is that we can now return to the ministry and mission that we have been called to do. We’re going to continue to welcome everybody who comes through our doors; to work in our city for justice; to teach our children the Bible; and to be a faithful and loving voice in the larger church.

Pastor Bradley E. Schmeling
St. John's Lutheran Church
Atlanta, Georgia 30307”>>

Let me start by saying the ELCA (Evangelical Lutheran Church in America) blew it. The local Bishop, the “Discipline Hearing Committee”, and the “Committee on Appeals” all missed the opportunity of a lifetime. They had the opportunity to do justice, act mercifully and walk humbly with God. They had an opportunity to “Walk the Talk” of Jesus the Christ but instead opted for the rule of law “by the teachers of the law and Pharisees”, the hypocrites! Right now you might be saying or thinking “Kind of strong there Reverend”? Damn right! Remember the name of this blog.

I am so sick of power and control issues in the church messing with the Gospel and doing great harm to the folks they have a charge to protect I want to throw up.

Pastor Bradley noted in a journal entry: “What struck me most profoundly in reading the document is the absence of Jesus. He is never mentioned, nor is there any reference to theology, prayer, or compassion. This decision is reminiscent of the bishop’s argument during the trial that “Theology and the Bible are not relevant to this case.” It’s astounding to me that the Lutheran church would publish a document with no biblical, theological, or pastoral language. This document is, perhaps, the most graceless writing I have ever experienced from the church.”

It is this absence or anything biblical in their considerations that strike me also. There are two stories, which fit Pastor Brad’s situation if not exactly certainly within the same framework.

The first is the story of Esther. Found in the Old Testament it is a story about breaking the rules for a far greater good. You can find the story at Esther 2:19-4. Esther did not want to break the rules even though it might save a great number of people. It was too risky cause after all she could get killed. However, she was told: "Do not think that because you are in the king's house you alone of all the Jews will escape. 14 For if you remain silent at this time, relief and deliverance for the Jews will arise from another place, but you and your father's family will perish. And who knows but that you have come to royal position for such a time as this?"

The Bishop of the ELCA should have read this story before bringing charges against Pastor Brad considering these charges carry with them damage that will affect hundreds if not thousands in the ELCA.

I also wonder about this story of Jesus: John 8:1-11. Here is a woman who is clearly guilty of the crime for which she is charged. The punishment was also clear. Yet Jesus knew the hypocrisy in trying to carry it out and set it aside. I know people will point to the fact he said, “Go now and leave your life of sin." But that is not the point here. The point is that Jesus saw that it was bad law and the people who wanted to enforce it were not in a good position to carry it out. When he said to the women, "Then neither do I condemn you," the “spokesperson” for God set aside the law for the greater good, the women’s soul.

I am familiar with Lutheran polity…I really don’t think they are in a position to carry out their law towards homosexuals either. Please note I said their law not God’s.

I firmly believe I can speak on behalf of the congregation of Gentle Spirit Christian Church and the faithful of this community, to offer our affirmation and support for Pastor Brad and his community who now feeling the pain and sorrow caused by an outdated polity and an oppressive and hypocritical acts of discrimination.

Today I kneel in faithful prayer and support with the gentle folks in Christ at St. John’s. As now they will have to make difficult choices. Will they follow the law of the church or follow the voice of God who called Pastor Brad to this church to begin with. Oh don't be fooled this is not about Pastor Brad, as it goes far deeper. The ELCA made a choice to bring to trial one of God’s greatest gifts: LOVE. As the 21st century dawns I have taken note of the irony of a denomination whose beginnings had as one of its thesis their ministers not being celibate. As I observe just this small piece of history I can see no legitimate justification for traditions that come out of ancient ignorance, prejudice and fears.

If we are to take seriously the Gospel of Jesus the Christ who came to serve and love all, then we must “walk the talk” and live the Gospel – Be the Gospel. If not, can we say that we really are following the Christian path? The keepers of the law removed from the clergy this good and decent pastor of God for his expression of God’s greatest gift to us all as a crime against the church. As my Daddy use to say, “Lord child what the hell were you thinking”?

In does fact it brings to our mind the statement of Jesus when he said concerning the leadership of his day, "Woe to you, blind guides! You say, 'If anyone swears by the temple, it means nothing; but if anyone swears by the gold of the temple, he is bound by his oath.' You blind fools! Which is greater: the gold, or the temple that makes the gold sacred? You also say, 'If anyone swears by the altar, it means nothing; but if anyone swears by the gift on it, he is bound by his oath.' You blind men! Which is greater: the gift, or the altar that makes the gift sacred? Therefore, he who swears by the altar swears by it and by everything on it. And he who swears by the temple swears by it and by the one who dwells in it. And he who swears by heaven swears by God's throne and by the one who sits on it.”

I would ask the ELCA how on one hand you can say that being a homosexual is not a reason to deny ordained ministry, but on the other hand the expression of our sexuality is. How is the expression of our deep love for our partner shared in the most private and intimate moments any less moral then yours? Oh wait… I know now… you have been peeking into our bedrooms and saw something you didn’t understand so it had to be immoral and you made a law against it. Shame on you! Shame, Shame, Shame! Shame on you!

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