For those of you who were unable to make Sunday's sermon, I decided to reprint it here. Thank you all for your support and love.
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May God bless this message and keep
our hearts open to His word. . .
As I reflect upon
this evening’s scripture (Mark 4:35-41), it resonates with my own personal journey.
Growing up in Maine,
I was aware of my sexual orientation from the tender age of 7. It scared me to
death to know that I liked girls more than I liked boys. And, I intuitively
knew that I could never let anyone know about that. I prayed that those
feelings would go away.
I try to imagine
the fear the disciples had as the storm kicked up and they thought their lives
were over. And then there was Jesus, whose faith in his own well-being allowed
him to sleep soundly. Given how busy his days were like, it must have been so
frustrating to be shaken from his slumber by his petrified disciples.
Simple, yet profound. |
It makes me think about
how many years I lived in fear of being fully myself, feeling like I was being
tossed about in a storm with no way to find solid ground. I can’t count how
many times had I argued with God, asking Him why He had made me this way. There
was too much noise in my head. Noise that the world put there, convincing me
that to be anything other than straight was wrong and that I must be deficient or mentally ill. Noise
that undermined my faith that God didn’t make mistakes and I had a right to a
relationship with God and to be loved and love the way I believe God intended
for me.
For many years, I thought
that being gay was mutually exclusive to being a good Christian. I actually
dreamed of becoming a pastor, and deferred that ambition, primarily because I
thought being gay negated my ability to serve as a pastor. Admittedly, I also
was tired of being poor and wanted to join a profession where I could make
money. So, tonight’s opportunity is a blessed gift.
Tonight, I speak
as a wife and a mother; both of which were roles I never imagined playing as I
grew up. It shows how God dreams bigger than we can. More than twelve years ago
I met and fell in love with my wife. Donna always knew she’d be a mom someday;
yet, unlike me, didn’t realize she was a lesbian until well into her adulthood.
Reverend Valerie
asked me to speak this evening because she felt that someone who is gay could
speak with more integrity than she herself could on Gay Pride Sunday. I’m
honored that she’s sharing her pulpit, but would argue that her voice is just
as important as mine in conveying the importance of the LGBT community to our
faith family and the other communities in which we live, and work, and play.
It’s important to
understand that when I was growing up, I had no direct visibility to other LGBT
people. I certainly hadn’t heard welcoming messages directed toward people who
were gay. If anything, I watched their humanity ripped away as the gay part of
their identity became nothing more than the punch line in a joke. In 1984, I
was 13 years old when three young men beat up and killed Charlie Howard, who
was only 23 years old, because he was gay. They threw him over a bridge in
downtown Bangor.
He was treated as nothing more than some annoying bug that had to be destroyed
for its nuisance. In the aftermath of that event, people joked about the new
name for the bridge. It went like this: “What do the Indians call the bridge in
downtown Bangor?
Chuck-a-homo.” I can’t say with certainty that I didn’t laugh at the joke as a
13-year old girl trying to fit in and not be identified as another “homo.” I
can say with certainty that any inclination I had to share my orientation with
my parents or other trusted adults was gone. I knew then that I had to leave Maine, my cherished
home, to find any sense of safety.
And it saddens me
to think that we are not much further along in our thinking because it’s not
quite two years since Tyler Clementi’s suicide. As I learned of that tragedy,
it’s what compelled me to start sharing our parenting journey in my blog, Out
in Suburbia. I can’t help but think that if Tyler and other LGBT kids had a
line of sight to others who were like them, they may have made different
choices.
I desperately wish
Tyler knew that
he could have had a fulfilling life. Kids need to understand that they don’t
need to be world famous musicians or comics or actors to be accepted for who
they are. The can be just as innocuous as a certain inter-racial lesbian couple
I know living “Out in Suburbia.”
I used the word
innocuous just now. In this context, it means inoffensive. That’s how we try to
live our lives. Although we have always lived authentically, we want the people
we interact with to understand we have no intention of offending them. But,
that doesn’t mean we aren’t offended at times. As we got to know our neighbors,
we spoke casually about our family, not wanting to stand out as “the lesbians,”
but hopefully demonstrating that our family is quite a bit like their families.
So, as we move outside of our safe community, it’s jarring when we realize just
how many assumptions people make about our family and how those assumptions can
be terribly offensive.
When I was called
to speak tonight, Reverend Valerie asked me about how St. Mark’s could do a
better job of making our parish more welcoming to LGBT families. It really
caused reflection on what experiences have not been welcoming. Not here, per
se, but elsewhere. And of course, I had to ask Donna what she thought. And boy,
did I stir up a hornet’s nest.
One of the things
we love most about St. Mark’s is the diversity here. I like to imagine that
this is what Heaven will be like; people of all backgrounds and cultures coming
together to honor our differences and build upon our common values. But we’re
not completely there yet. If we want to make St. Mark’s more welcoming to LGBT
families, Donna and I believe you need to look at us like you would a straight
family.
In other words,
don’t make our being here unique. Despite
the best of intentions, so many straight people move through the world with
what I like to call “straight privilege.” What I mean by that is they think
it’s okay to ask VERY personal questions.
For example, people
here would never ask the person of color in a straight inter-racial
relationship if she knew of any nannies that you could employ. One of my
co-workers asked Donna that question in an elevator after she visited me at
work in NYC. All he saw was a Trini
woman pushing a baby carriage and looked inside at a beautiful little baby boy.
Rather than see Hunter’s resemblance to his mother, he saw the difference in
their skin color. But, perhaps this story is more a matter of race than it is
orientation?
And, I trust you
would never ask a straight woman who was finally able to conceive after years
of trying, who the real mother was. Someone asked us that question in a church
in Morristown,
as we were looking for a church home. Initially, our response was firm but
friendly, as we said, “We both are.” But, he wasn’t satisfied and asked again,
more loudly, as though the first time he asked we didn’t hear him correctly.
Less politely this time, we answered, “we BOTH are.” He came back a third time
with the same question, and a stroke of divine intervention, manifest in his
wife’s form, saved him as she said, “that’s none of our business.”
I’m confident you
would never ask, when a woman and her husband share that they are expecting, who
the father was. Well, our landlord at the time we were expecting Hunter asked
that question of us. Soon after that, we found another place to live.
Now, why is it
that so many people lose respect for people’s privacy when they are talking to
a same-sex couple? The questions and comments that come out of their mouths
baffle us and frankly become a source of exhaustion as we have to come out and
educate over and over again.
So you see, for
us, “coming out” isn’t limited to one month a year in October. And celebrating
our pride isn’t only done in the month of June. Coming out happens nearly every
day when people overhear Skye calling Donna “Mommy” and look puzzled, largely
because they have different skin color. And we celebrate our pride, when Hunter says, “I have two moms and it rocks!”
But too often, we
feel like we are being dissected to determine which members of our family unit
share the same DNA. And that negates the very prayerful way that we planned and
loved our family into existence just like so many of you.
What we need is
for St. Mark’s to continue to be a haven of understanding. We just want
recognition that we fall in love the same way you do, we make commitments to
each other the same way you do, we pray that our kids grow up healthy and happy
just like you do, and we weather the difficult times and enjoy the good times,
just like you do.
So, my call to action
for St. Mark’s is to become that church home where we can come to worship and
enjoy fellowship, just like you do.
Now understand, we
are not opposed to educating one another about who we are as members of the
LGBT community. This can also be the place were we hold forums to talk about
our differences and highlight our similarities, and advocate for one another. But
when we first arrive, please just let us feel like any other family looking for
a place of worship in which we can raise our families and have a sense of
belonging.
Once we get that
dynamic solidly in place, and when your LGBT education is complete, who knows
what differences we could make outside of St. Mark’s walls?
I’ll leave you
with one final thought. In tonight’s scripture, Jesus told His disciples,
“don’t you even yet have confidence in me?” I want us all to remember His words
and have confidence in each other as we create a space where we won’t have to
hide in any closets and we can all enjoy the blessing of acceptance and
understanding.
Amen.
Wonderful, thank you so much for sharing. My comment is, please forgive me for asking if your children were half brother and sister once. It was asked out of a similarity in my family, where my (step)daughter has two half brothers who are not related by DNA. I now realize that my desire to share these details may not translate into someone else being so open, and I should be more sensitive.
ReplyDeleteBeth, you have never done anything to offend. . . you always come from a place of shared circumstance. . .love you!
Delete:) love you too.
DeleteStacy, thanks for your brave leadership. The clergy's loss is our company's and your local community's gain. And working for a global company, you have a global ministry. And there's no reason you can't go be a pastor as a second career, but I think you already are one effectively.
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ReplyDeleteStacy:
ReplyDeleteThank you for your witness to St. Mark's! As part of the Believe Out Loud process we ask parishes to look at how they are seen from the outside. You gave several great examples of the kinds of questions people ask, thinking they are harmless.