As I interact with different people like Amy Dolan, read blogs like Andrew Marin’s and watch what is happening with culture it is apparent that the Church (especially children’s ministry) will have to directly interact with families who are part of the GLBT (Gay, Lesbian, Bisexual, and Transgender) community. The easy thing to do would be to simply quote scriptures that speak against homosexual activities. The difficult, and I believe more Christ-like, thing to do is to listen to what those families are saying and see how we can build bridges that can bring healing and reconciliation.
About a month ago, I reposted some of a letter from a gay father wanting to be involved in church that was on Andrew Marin’s blog. Recently, Andrew had a two-part posting from someone who grew up with a gay mom. I encourage you to read the posts here and here.
Here is some of what was posted:
“…After a year passed and I began to realize I was being lied to, my friends began to realize the same. My mom was gay. And they let me know about it. It’s bad enough when your “friends” make sexual comments about your mom; but this was worse. They were stabbing at a great source of pain and confusion in my heart with every vulgar comment about her sexuality. I hated it. All of it. I was mad at my friends. Mad at my mom. Mad at her partner. Mad at the courts. Mad at the world, really. And I felt horribly alone. I didn’t understand why this was my lot in life. So I shut down. Emotionally, I just flipped a switch. I didn’t want to feel anymore because it was never anything good.
And then I started going to church…”
“So now I was a brand-new Christian teenager attending an evangelical church in the middle of Conservative Christianville, IL. And my mom was gay…”
“At one point, a friend’s mom even looked me straight in the eye and pronounced that I had been straying from the Lord because I was living in a den of evil. That was the sort of environment I had suddenly found myself in. Regardless, these were the most loving and accepting people I’d ever known, and they quickly became family. As a result, I felt free to share my story with them. Some had opinions, others didn’t. But they all loved me. And I became accustomed to the fact that the people around me were comfortable with my faith, but quite uncomfortable with my upbringing.”