Why I’m a Gay-Friendly Pastor: World AIDS Day

I’m a man of the cloth. I wear a robe.

As an ordained United Methodist pastor, I sometimes wear a robe when I preach and lead worship. Okay, I don’t wear it all that often any more now that I’m doing campus ministry (mostly wear jeans and one of those hip short sleeve shirts tucked out), but I do still wear it several times a year when I perform weddings or guest preach at area churches. But it’s not just any robe. It used to be Ron’s.

I grew up in St. Paul, MN and attended Hamline UMC (United Methodist Church). A woman named Beryl Hillstrom was the director of Christian education. She had a son named Ron who was a few years older than me.

Eventually, I attended the Iliff School of Theology in Denver, CO. The year I arrived there, the majority of that student body were active in the “Vote NO on 2!” campaign to try to sway Colorado voters to not vote for an amendment to their State Constitution which would have legalized discrimination against gay and lesbian citizens. I learned quickly about those matters and was soon swayed to become pro-LGBTQI … but primarily on a heady, intellectual level.

It wasn’t until I was ordained after earning my Masters of Divinity degree that I came to own that pro-gay stance on a more heart-felt level. Before the ordination service took place, Beryl gave me a present — the clerical robe worn by her son Ron when he was a pastor.

I learned that her son had also become an ordained United Methodist pastor and that he ended up in ministry in Colorado like me. I also learned that he had been forced out of his ministry due to his being gay. And, I learned that he died of AIDS. I was being given the gift of wearing the robe that had been worn by an oppressed gay man who died of AIDS.

Sadly, not every Christian pastor would appreciate such a gift, let alone want to wear it.  I told her thank you and tears flowed from my eyes as I donned that heavy vestment. It turns out that Ron was exactly the same size as me. We were both white Minnesota boys who were United Methodist Christians and who had decided to respond to God’s calling to devote our lives to ministries of love and service. The only difference between us was in who we were oriented to love romantically.

All at once, all of the intellectual, biblical, and theological discoveries that I had made to sway me to adopt a pro-Gay stance … fell like leaves on a windy November day. I got it. Indeed, it got me. The ominous power of that robe’s story and heritage adopted me into it’s story. It would be hypocritical for me to wear that robe and to preach any message other than compassion, inclusion, and God’s radical grace and love. To the extent that I’m in any way loving toward people who don’t happen to be straight, to the extent that I am comfortable giving hugs to people with HIV or AIDS, to the extent that I am an advocate for LGBTQI persons, to the extent that I give a damn about the 8,000 people who die from AIDS every day and the children who are orphaned because of it… that robe gets a lot of the credit.

On this World AIDS Day I hereby rededicate myself to my commitment to love and I reaffirm my vows to due justice to Ron’s legacy and to seek to ensure that all people who encounter me in that robe – experience love, love for them, love for the oppressed, and love for God’s justice and peace.

Thank you Ron. I never really knew you, but I know your heart. It’s the heart of Jesus, and I promise to do my best to help work toward a world where all of God’s people are loved and accepted.

your brother in the cloth,

Roger

p.s. To learn more about how Christian churches are rising up to the plate to make a difference in the world by calling attention to AIDS and seeking to create a world free of it, check out The Center for Church & Global AIDS; WORLD AIDS DAY

To learn more about why Christians should accept and welcome homosexuality see: Walter Wink; Mel White;  Confessions of a Former Sodomite;  Reconciling Ministries Network; — oh, and be sure to read up on what Jesus had to say about homosexuality. ; )

Roger Wolsey is the author of Kissing Fish: christianity for people who don’t like christianity and he is an active member of The Christian Left Facebook page.  This post originally appeared at The Elephant Journal.

 

Why I Am In Jail

[Editor's Note:  This letter was written after David LaMotte was arrested on Tuesday of this week.  He is out of jail now.]

As I write this note, it is 12:30PM and I’m sitting comfortably in my office at the NC Council of Churches.  At 3PM, though, I will be in the gallery at the NC Legislature, and by late this afternoon I may find myself in jail.

The current legislature is making a host of decisions which are contrary to the teachings of Christianity, and I feel called to resist those actions with my very body.

Some may say that the actions of the legislature are legal and mandated by the people, and it is therefore suspect to oppose them. I contest that some of the actions are legal (sound public education is guaranteed by the North Carolina Constitution, for example, but is being systematically gutted by the current legislature), but it’s not the legal argument I will be making tonight. I will leave that to the lawyers.

Rather, I would argue that what is right and what is legal sometimes come into conflict, and when they do, our allegiance to God’s teaching should be stronger than our allegiance to the state.  To repeal the Racial Justice Act, to gut public education funding in favor of vouchers for private schools, to prevent federal unemployment money from reaching needy state recipients (when this has no impact on the state budget), to restrict access to the polls by requiring photo IDs, to stop a whole host of services to the poor, from disability funding to health programs to legal representation, stopping same-day registration, stopping Sunday voting, etc. — these things are unconscionable.

When Jesus began his ministry, he said “The Spirit of the Lord is on me, because he has anointed me to proclaim good news to the poor.” The direction of the current legislature is very bad news indeed for the poor, and as people of faith, it is our responsibility to oppose it.  There are many ways to oppose it, of course, and I encourage others to explore how they are called to do so, whether it is a phone call to the governor to encourage her to exercise her ink well and veto bills that are morally unjustifiable, a letter to your legislators, or marching with HKonJ. Whatever shape our action may take, though, we must act. It is hard for me to reconcile inaction and faithfulness.

The point of getting arrested, in this case, for me, is to simply call attention to what is going on Jones Street. I think the vast majority of North Carolinians are good people and people of conscience, and would not stand for what is happening there if they were aware of it. I believe that many of the people who voted for the current leadership would also not stand for these actions, but were manipulated by fear into supporting a radical faction which is now betraying the very people who put them in office. Of course, North Carolinians are also busy people who are struggling with issues that occupy their time and attention and may keep them from being fully informed.

If we do not call attention to these issues, though, our struggles will become much more difficult to bear. We have to make the time to tune in, and to take action. My action, this afternoon, will be to refuse to leave when I am asked to.  I will break the law willingly, and will pay the price of that civil disobedience to the law because it would be a higher price to disobey my conscience, shaped by my faith.

When asked which commandment is the greatest, Jesus said “Love the Lord God with all your heart, mind, strength and spirit, and love your neighbor as yourself.”  I believe that ‘love,’ in this case, is not an emotion. Rather, it’s about how we treat each other. In a representative democracy, we decide what matters and who matters through our governmental process. If we are to be faithful to Christ’s teachings, we must be active in that process, because in the eyes of God (though apparently not in the eyes of the NC legislature), everyone matters, not just the privileged and the powerful.

- David LaMotte
Program Associate for Peace
NC Council of Churches

The Perversion of ‘Them’

Morpheus: “Do you want to know what it is? The matrix is everywhere, it is all around us. Even now in this very room. You can see it when you look out your window, or turn on your television set. You can feel it when you go to work, when you go to church, when you pay your taxes. It is the wool that has been pulled over your eyes to blind you from the truth. That you are a slave, Neo, like everyone else, you were born into a prison that you cannot see, that you cannot smell, or taste or touch. A prison for your mind.
“Unfortunately no one can be told what the Matrix is. You have to see it for yourself. — The Matrix

Claire Colburn: Hey, you’re only 45 minutes away. You wanna meet
halfway and see the sunrise? At this point its probably easier to
stay up!

Drew Baylor: You think so?

Claire Colburn: I think thats what “they” say! — Elizabethtown

Once we ask the ominous question “Who are they?” by inherent contradiction we are then led to the question “Who am I without a ‘They’?’ That question is laced with enough trepidation that it keeps the bravest of people out of the light and deeper into the dark.

If you walk on a train in the UK most of the time no one talks to the person next to them or across from them or even acknowledge respiration. There is no contact. On public transportation, everyone is a leper with the most contagious strain. To ask a question about a proverbial them also would mean that at the end of that inquiry comes an anticipated response to this discarnate “They” who make the decisions for us. Responding to these questions means we would have to responsibly think for ourselves. It means we would have to actively engage in a world much better than the one we have now. When we start prodding systems in place and challenging historical maxims we then put ourselves in an almost visible firing line.

If we do nothing, they (whoever they are) will continuously and creatively find ways to make it seem that we are thinking for ourselves. That
even though the choices are pre-chosen for us, we ultimately are chosen for by the masqueraded entourage known as “They.”

Another social expectation in the UK is that it is a socially conventional practice to purchase Christmas cards for others, whether they be family
or friends. There is a silent social anticipation. And what’s not being said is being shouted the loudest. It’s as if someone does not send Christmas cards, then the whole order of social fabric is shred to pieces. But who says this? They do.

We listen to Them under the guise of freedom, but in reality are living for them rather than ourselves.

In America, most tourists visit with the expectation of the renowned customer service that is boasted about all over the virtual world and even in the real world. but who says customer service has to be measured against some objective form of public pleasuring? They do.

They are constituted by corrupt systems in place. They are the one’s who cry ‘render unto caesar’s what is caesar’s’. They are the
wizard behind the curtains. Their insight into things is our blindness and pre-contrived mechanistic response’s. They don’t want
us to think for ourselves.

Who says we have to buy into consumerism? They do. Buy the latest name brand. Be the first in line. Win. Win. Win.

But whatever you do, don’t question us. Don’t peek behind the curtain. If you do, the ordered illusion we have created will dismantle. The world as we know it will fall apart. We won’t know how to cope. Won’t question your government, they have the best intentions for you (aka, wikileaks). Don’t dig deeper into corporate corrupt systems (BP) or you might find what you’re not looking for. Trust us. We know what’s best for you. These are whispers that haunt our pseudo-relaxed reality.

This same ideology echoed the atmosphere of the religious systems entrenched in a systematic way of belief.  Then a rogue. An outsider steps onto the scene. Makes whips out of nearby items. Turns tables overs. Talks about cohesion between the jews and the greeks. The pagans and the Christians. Calls political leaders names, and not just for fun, but to make a point. Helps the outcast. Heals the broken which would have re-ordered the whole social structure. Challenges the corrupted religious systems in place. Walked into church and frustrated the listeners. He was an outcast himself. He died an outcast. He was such an outcast that a corrupt system of death couldn’t hold him down.

There was another guy who walked on the scene many years later. Called the systems out. Used non-violence. Sat naked in deserts. Inspired other mystics. Wore glasses. Transformed india.

A woman was tired. She didn’t want to walk all the way to the back of the bus, so she decided to take a seat at the front. A move so subversive her story is still being told.

People who didn’t listen to the discarnate voices of They. People who thought for themselves. Once we think we for ourselves then we can dream for ourselves then we can creatively work together. But as Morpheus told Neo, we must be willing to pull the wool from our eyes.

Thinking for ourselves is a dangerous thing.

When Jesus stands on a hill and gathers outsiders, the unclean, the diseased and tells them that They are the ‘salt of the earth, this is subversion against a system that says otherwise. Salt was one of the most valuable commodities in the ancient world. It would cost you a pretty penny to get a hold of some salt. Jesus tells a bunch of nobobidies that they are somebody. Jesus is being revolutionary here. We cannot mistake this for some Tony Robbins speech, but one that reaches to the soul. A message that they don’t want you to hear. A message that will numb you from the wells of illusion you have
been drinking from.

Psychoanalyst Jacques Lacan talks about perversion but not in its original sense, but rather in a sense of castration – powerlessness – perversion is when someone or something can’t accept its own powerlessness. Their power is an illusion. They are entrenched in their own perversion, but we have to choose whether we will continue encouraging such perversion. If we think for ourselves then we are the cracked mirrors who show them their fragmented existence(s). We are the existential investigators who dig much deeper then they say you should and begin working together, believing together, empowering one another toward a better world that they are afraid of.

So I think a step in the right direction is to begin asking ‘Who am I without a They?’