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Is there a particular scripture or prayer that you can share that might help us with all the negative people out there? I am so down by the judging that happens in church and online. I can’t help but judge others for judging the LGBTQ community. I want to stay positive, but honestly I want to tell some people to f … off! I would never do that, but sometimes it is on the tip of my tongue. Thank goodness for the Holy Spirit blocking my mouth. Ha. I love your writings, they are so organic and vulnerable and courageous. You inspire me to be strong with each post. Please share how you stay positive. Thanks.
Southern NC mama (living in NW Houston) of an awesome 15 yr old, out, gay son who keeps my iTunes playlist in the modern times.
Best sign-off signature ever. (And thanks for the kind words about my work!)
If I could real quick: I’m afraid it’s not clear to me just what you meant by “f… off!” Could you please fill in those blanks for us?
John Shore. Tricking moms into outright cursing since 1962.
Lemme show another submitted letter like this one:
John, how do you deal with all the negativity? I know you bear a lot more of it in response to your blog posts and all, but just reading the troll comments makes me despair. I can’t imagine how you must feel. Is there a way you have of looking at all the ugliness that keeps you sane?
So I’ll respond to both these.
There’s nothing wrong with judging a person who is doing harm in the world as a person who is doing harm in the world; and any person who believes that being gay is a sin is most certainly doing harm in the world. (See Is every Christian against gay marriage necessarily a bigot?) Of course it’s no one’s place to in any ultimate way judge anyone. But saying, “It’s wrong to judge the words and actions of others!” is the same as saying, “I can’t tell the difference between right and wrong!” Jesus sure didn’t have any problem calling bullshit bullshit. (“You brood of vipers!”, etc., etc.) We shouldn’t either. (And yes, when appropriate I curse: see The comfortably cursing Christian.)
As for a bit of scripture or a prayer that I might suggest by way of helping one deal with all the anti-gay negativity out there. Personally I’m a big fan of good ol’ Psalm 23, these lines of which sometimes pop into my mind when dealing with people that I, in my heart of hearts, lovingly consider life-sucking ignorant cretins (kidding!):
Even though I walk
through the darkest valley,
I will fear no evil,
for you are with me;
your rod and your staff,
they comfort me.
I like these lines, because when anyone condemns gay people to hell (however “lovingly” they flatter themselves they’re doing so), that is evil, and no two ways about it. And evil is scary. So I like the forcefulness of this pronouncement in Psalm 23. And I especially like the way the lines Your rod and staff, they comfort me can be read to mean that in chastising or correcting such people–in essentially refuting their evil–I am in fact wielding the very rod and staff of God. It can be little intimidating to take on someone who’s aggressive enough to be actually proclaiming that God believes that gay people are, in and of themselves, a moral abomination. So I sometimes take comfort in understanding these lines to be an invitation by God to take comfort in righteously wielding His/Her rod and staff to ward off, or defend against, evil.
Well, right off the bat, it’s a heck of a lot easier for me to stay positive and sane in the face of anti-gay bigotry than it can possibly be for an LGBT person or the parents of an LGBT person. I’m not L,G,B or T. My friends who are, are plenty capable of taking care of themselves. I’m simply not vulnerable to anti-LGBT threats and insults in the way that you, the parent of an LGBT kid, necessarily are.
When I hear some dipshit Christian going on about how the Bible condemns homosexuality, it’s easy for me to summarily ignore and dismiss that person, because such bullying can’t really affect me as readily as it must you.
What gets me down isn’t the Bible-thumping bigots; it was, after all, Jesus himself who said, “The toxically asinine you shall always have with you.” (I’m pretty sure that’s the quote, but I should probably look it up.) What gets me down are all the letters I get from LGBT people sharing with me how heavy in their lives has become the burden of the negativity heaped upon them by anti-gay Christians. I appreciate those letters, absolutely; they mean the world to me. But I do take them to heart; they sink way down inside of me, and can become a real source within me of an enduring, active, pervasive sense of oppression, depression, and dejection.
So when that too much happens to me I unplug. I walk away from the Internet. I go outside. I work out. I meditate. I spend some quality time with my wife or a friend.
A lot of times I read the Bible. I (of course) get why it’s recently become so popular to act like Paul is some kind of misguided hindrance to the spiritual life, but screw that noise. Paul soars. I have a problem with the way people read Paul, sure. But Paul is the consummate master to consult when the world is threatening to drag you down with it. He is a genius of spirituality, to say the least.
Bottom line: Negativity is an imbalance in Le’ Force Grande. And how do you right an imbalance? You put your hand out, and tip the scale the other way.
This is a good world. The arc of the moral universe does bend toward justice. Forgetting that means that I’ve forgotten who I am. To remember who I am I only have to close my eyes, take a deep breath, and lo and behold, there, instantly, is the Holy Spirit inside of me—the reality of the Father and the heart and soul and spirit of the son he gave and was—making it very clear to me who I really am, and what I’m really for.
And that, simply, is to love. And be loved.
I’m the author of UNFAIR: Christians and the LGBT Question: