When the Rainbow Opened My Eyes
My niece got engaged yesterday to her partner. Now my brother has two daughters instead of one. I’m joyful for both as they’ve found that love is love is love. But it took me a while to understand…
For I must have lived in a sexual vacuum. Growing up I never even knew what homosexuality was. Then in my teenage years, the epithets cat and poofter were bandied around.
I still didn’t know what they were talking about. It sounded bad so I wanted no part of it. I didn’t even know about heterosexual sex!!
Then later, at university, I discovered what homosexuality was. And decided it wasn’t for me. And paid no attention to it. Even in the Catholic Church it wasn’t mentioned at all.
And so I slumbered happy in my ignorance.
That was until I joined a Pentacostal church.
When it happened, I was working in Sydney, away from home. I working back as there was a huge amount of work to be done. But I couldn’t work more than forty hours so I finished early on a Friday. So when we had drinks of a Thursday, of course I would hang back.
And I started talking to one of my workmates. And he freely admitted that he was gay. And I was so confronted I kept talking to him!
And then he told me what he did in his spare time. He was counselling and assisting people with AIDS. Remember this was the nineties when the prognosis was almost always pessimistic. And my immediate thought was that’s where I’d find Jesus, ministering to the modern-day lepers.
For the established church has a poor record of ministering to minorities : women, homosexuals, sexually abused, etc, etc, yet it is those people to whom the gospel is preached. Sometimes I think they’ve missed their mission by the length of heaven!
That was Sydney. Then I went back to Brisbane. And listened to the worst sermon ever (See When Will There Be Rainbows in Church?)
And since then I’ve met others, a man who was a mentor to me, a lesbian couple who were like an old married couple, a man through university who had been in a long-term relationship.
And I couldn’t tell the difference between their love for each other and my love for another.
And then my niece (now engaged) came out. Which was a joy and blessing to everyone, for she had found out who she was.
And surprisingly, they’re not pedophiles, nor totalitarians wishing to impose their values on others.
Just people living their lives, trying to find happiness, same as you and same as me.
And dear reader, before you condemn homosexuality and same sex marriage, follow my path, meet them for themselves.
And then make up your mind.
Originally published at Andrew James Whalan.