I know Ptahlis did not mean it as a personal indictment of me, but I took it as such (though not offensively) that the rank and file of us who are not out to condemn gay people for being gay don’t get the public voice that the radical noisemakers do.
Someone saying the (really totally radical) message that you should love your fellow man as you do yourself makes page 14 of a weekly on a slow news week if it gets printed at all, unless they happen to be the Professor of Biblical Ethics at a seminary, the Lord High Archbishop of Smyrna and All Points West, or other newsworthy type. Then it gets a casual mention in the newsbriefs on whatever day that paper runs “religious news.”
If you say “God is dead” or “God hates all gays” you can be assured of public prominence if you care to make appropriate noises, just because of the “newsworthy” nature of the article. But for someone to make public prominence with the idea that being Christian and being gay are not mutually exclusive, they would have to be a devout altar boy who gets crucified for being gay. As happened.
Another personal anecdote: the job I had before this one was 3:00-11:00 PM. After work one night about two years ago, I stopped at a local club for a glass of wine before driving home. At this particular bar, in addition to the bar proper were four little tables jutting out from the wall, each with two barstools, for private conversations. Not being in the mood to make small talk with strangers, I took the last of these, which was empty, drank my wine, and left.
The following week I picked up my copy of The Independent Weekly (Durham’s answer to the Chicago Reader) and read the cover story. It was about Matthew Shepherd. The year before he went back to Wyoming, he had attended college in North Carolina, then spent some time in Raleigh. He had become friends with the writer of the story, who was trying to put together for his readers the sort of person Matthew had been. And he led off with an account of having sat at a secluded table chatting with Matthew in a bar one night.
That bar. And that table.
Reading that story is one significant piece of why I keep speaking out on gay issues. One speaks of walking in another man’s shoes, figuratively.
I sat on Matthew Shepherd’s barstool.
There but for the grace of God…
So I do what I can. I read as much as I can. We did a Sunday morning workshop on how our church can minister to gays. I was involved. I post as often as possible on the subject, here and at the Pizza Parlor, because one thing I can do well is write. When I talk friends with misconceptions about gay people, I try to clear them up.
And it isn’t enough. But it’s what I can do for now.