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I need to confess something to all of you people who frequent this board who are of the “Christian” faith. When I was young I thought that at some point I would go through seminary school, get ordained, and preach the virtues of Christian love and compassion to my fellow man. I loved my religion and the spirituality that came with it. Then, I grew up.
At a young age I knew that there was something different about me. I got a tingling sensation in my stomach when I was around other boys that I liked. I didn’t know what it meant, but as I grew up I began to fear the worst. In my conservative little town I heard a lot about the “sin” of homosexuality. On the one hand I was told that God loves everyone unconditionally. In the same breath I heard so-called Christian preachers condemn homosexuals as persons unworthy of God’s love and continued support. I prayed with every fiber of my being that He would reach out and make me “normal.” As I continued down my path of my “sinful” ways, I began to hate myself. I knew that God wouldn’t forsake me if I prayed hard enough, but my inability to change made me sure that I was being punished for something or I was inadequate in some way.
I spent my years in high school immersed in prayer and hating myself for my inability to “fix” my “problem.” The constant bitterness and pain made me angry and withdrawn. Eventually I came to the conclusion that I would have to be alone for the rest of my life to keep everyone away from my “shameful” secret.
As I entered college, I started reading about my “condition” in forums online. I made a startling discovery, Christianity was wrong. The bible was very contradictory, and even Christian theologians had a problem with figuring out what it was that tome was trying to tell them. As I came to the conclusion that the faith I’d given so much power to was not as clear-cut as most Christians would have had me believe, the negative internal emotions that had been stored up over the years of my life were directed outward.
As a direct result of all of this I have been unfeeling, dismissive, insensitive, bigoted, hurtful, in some instances hateful, and sarcastic about the Christian faith. I have dismissed your beliefs as the ravings of unknowledgeable people. I have hurtled insults in your direction, and I’ve actively sought to suppress your influences in my life
As a liberal I’d always thought that I was open-minded enough not to judge people for their beliefs or actions that only influence their own lives. Who cares if you decide to pray in a church (or at home) every day or just Sundays? Who cares if you have a constant and unyielding love of a Christ figure? I must admit every time something bad has happened to you believers, I’ve reacted with glee. The shroud of Turin was shown to be younger than it needed to be and I clapped my hands and danced around the room. They recently found a tomb that is purported to hold the remains of Mary, Joseph, Mary Magdalene, and Christ himself, and I sat in rapturous delight.
I wanted to take a moment to apologize. I’m sorry for the way I’ve been behaving. I’m sorry that I let my own emotions and my own past color the great people that I’ve met who are Christians. Mostly, I’m sorry that I’ve been so close-minded that I couldn’t see your right to express yourself as Christians even though I’ve been clamoring for my own rights of expression.
I pledge to support your right to be yourselves. Even if, in your mind, homosexuality is wrong, if you don’t actively try to curtail my rights I’m okay with you having that belief. Furthermore, I pledge to treat my fellow man the way I want to be treated.
I hope you can all forgive me, and I hope that you call attention to any future indiscretions on my part.
Q3JR4.
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