From the closet to pride.
Some 32 years ago I attended a four day christian education conference in St. Louis, MO. There was a huge attendance with folks from all over the United States and Canada. Just about every “mainstream” protestant church was represented. If my memory is correct the conference was organised to launch a new ecumenical church school (sunday school) curriculum. It was a heady event for this fairly recently ordained priest. Came the closing eucharist, and in the prayers a man “dared” to pray “for our gay and lesbian sisters and brothers”. His prayer made me so angry. “Why”, I asked myself,”does he have to bring this into our worship?” My anger arose from being deeply closeted and utterly hypocritical. Truth to be told I had been flirting with a very beautiful Presbyterian man earlier that day. But I had managed to live my life in compartments. One of the compartments allowed me to flirt with other men. Another compartment made me angry ...