I did not want to write about this.
Even now, as I begin, I’m having second thoughts. I know that if I write and post about this on the internet, people might read it. People on both sides of the issue. And they might get mad at me. They might, depending on what side the sit, label me a bigot or a heretic. Or both. Because that’s what happens with this issue: people, on both sides, use labels to attack their opponents. Heck, I might get mad at myself, if I read it in five years time.
Yet, as I see responses still pouring out on the social media I spend way too much time on, I feel that I cannot be silent on the issue. The more I read, the more I realise how deeply divided people are on this issue. I see many people celebrating, changing their profiles to feature a rainbow. And I see many of my Christian friends responding in the way they see best. And boy, do these responses very, from those celebrating as hard as any, to those calling for Christians in America to retreat further into their own subculture.
Before I go on, a side-note for those reading in the future, or who have been living under a rock in the present, or thanks to the wonders of time travel are reading this from the past, and are looking for some sort of historical context, here it is. On Friday June 26th (US time) the US Supreme court ruled that same sex marriages were a constitutional right, thus requiring every state to recognise same sex marriages (in my own country, New Zealand, same sex marriage was legalised in 2013.) A decision which sent the internet into a frenzy. And not just Americans, people from everywhere.
Many, on both sides have called this a cultural war. The thing is, I don’t like wars. Even when there is a victory, they always lead to casualties. On Both sides.
So I don’t want to be just another voice, egging on one side or another to keep fighting. I want to be a voice of peace, of reconciliation, of compassion. Because if you are truly a champion of whichever side you claim to be on, then you should want this too. If you are truly a champion of equal rights, freedom and tolerance, then surly this freedom and tolerance must extend to the freedom of religion. And if you are truly a Christian, truly a follower of the God of love, forgiveness and compassion, then surly this love, forgiveness and compassion extends to the people of the lgbt community too.
Maybe I’m a naive idealist, like Peeta in The Hunger Games, calling for a ceasefire before it’s due. But if we keep fighting, people will continue to get hurt. And no, I’m not saying that we should stop talking about and pushing forward with the issue. But I think that we do need to stop and ask ourselves if, by fighting, we are becoming the very thing we say we are fighting against.
So I’m going to tell you a story.
Stories are important, for us as individuals, as communities and as societies. They tell us who we are. And so I want to tell you the story which, as a Christian, I identity as being my story. I want to do so for two reasons. Firstly, I hope that by doing so, our friends who are not of the Christian faith may, perhaps, have a bit more understanding of where some Christian are coming from, as understanding is an important step towards healing. And secondly, because I want my Christian brothers and sisters to consider what is the best way to move forward from our own story. So here goes.