Open Letter to Closeted LGBT Christians

The following post comes from the anonymous blogger behind The Registered Runaway, a gay man navigating his way through faith, sexuality and inner peace.

 

I’m writing this to the closeted LGBT Christians out there, but in a way, I’m writing this to myself. When I was where you are, alone and in agony, I wish someone would’ve written to me. Just a word from a world where there were others.

And maybe your story is a lot like mine. Maybe you need these words more than I need to write it. Just maybe. 

Maybe you heard it first at age nine from the front row pew. Your pastor said it in ten seconds and it felt like hell and shame hurling down on you. Maybe you heard it in the car with James Dobson declaring to the nation, to your family, that perverts like you don’t get to have God. Maybe you heard it everywhere.

Maybe you opened the Book and saw six or so verses with their crushing words and you felt your soul crack wide open. Maybe you read them with a lump in your throat and tears down your face and trembling hands. Maybe a part of you died.

And the message was received, loud and clear. You cannot be known, because you cannot be loved. You will not be welcomed. You will not be saved. You will lose everyone you cling tightly to. You will be thrown away.

So you ran backwards. You receded down deep, laid thick bricks all around you to keep everyone out. You believed it all was true and you believed that hiding was protection.

For me, for a long time, I believed them. I believed God could care less. I believed that the only way I would be loved and get my pardon from Hell was to become straight. I believed that sometime, long before memory, maybe as a toddler, I chose to be gay, because that’s what the Church folk said happened. That this is merely a matter of choice.

I believed it fully with a broken heart, until late one night, He told me something different.

It was 1 AM and I was below the stars and wrapped up in the backyard hammock. I was hyperventilating, violently. Cries were choked out and breath was cut short and I was all past hope.

I asked Him how His people, His followers, His body, could be so cruel and tough and severe. Why are you like that? I spat. Why do they say You’re on their side? Why am I even here? Why can’t I be your child? Why won’t you take me?

I threw wild swings in the dark, imagining His face was right in front of me. I knew He was there, I believed it, but I was completely convinced that He didn’t care a bit about me.

He hated me and I was all past hope.

But in the middle of the madness, in the swinging and the cursing, a sudden seam was stitched. A bridge built between my before and my after. A moment that changed everything forever.

Quietly it came, like the first drops of rain, when I heard the sweetest words of my life. “I am not like them.” I was struck and lulled and captivated all at once. I lost my breath and my arms fell limp to the grass below. I placed my hand over my heart. I squeezed my eyes shut. I listened to it echo through my soul. Reverberating. Over and over, again and again, until it matched the rhythm of my returning heartbeat. I am not like them. I am not like them. I am not like them.

The great I Am heard me. Saw me. Spoke to me. Came to me.

The great I Am is not like them.

The cries and moans didn’t cease, but they came from a different place. A source of pure joy and adoration and peace and I hang onto this memory with all that I have because it is all that I need. I am His love, I am His joy, He likes me and He loves me and He saved me.

He reached out and wrapped His big arms around me and it was like He had waited forever for this.

He Loves me

and He loves you too whether you believe or not. It’s true.

I know how that word sounds. Love. Every time someone said it to you, it never felt real because they didn’t know that part of you. If they did, they would have never said it.

Listen, if you’re going to hear anything from me, hear this.

That’s the monster in the closet talking. The enemy will tell you anything and everything to keep you there. To keep you ashamed. To keep you afraid. Away.

But God loves you. He loves you. He loves you. Say it. Out loud. He loves you. He loves me.

When God formed you, he named you Masterpiece. Did you know that? Not just another work of art, but the very best thing he ever did. When He came to dwell, he made his bed in the margins. In the closet.

The very ones despised by the religious order were the ones He identified with most. Those were His brothers and sisters. Those were His friends. They got Him. He is with the beaten beside the road. He is with the hurting. He is with the accused. He is with the LGBT soul drowning behind the closet door.

He has carved your name in His palms. He has counted the number of hairs on your head. He thought of you first. He loved you first. He made you on purpose. He gave you a heart and a soul and a mind and breathed life into all that you are.

You are the best thing He has done. He has so much pride in you that it borders on embarrassing affection. He is fond of you. He fawns over you. He loves and He likes you.

And I believe, more than anything, he wants you to know that..

God is not straight and God is not gay,

He is above all the labels, He is only Love.

The head over heels, can’t shut up about it kind of love. He feels this for me. He feels this for you. He’s waiting, desperate and still, for you to grasp that, and then maybe, to grasp Him.

Much love.

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About Andrew Marin

Andrew Marin is President and Founder of The Marin Foundation (www.themarinfoundation.org). He is author of the award winning book Love Is an Orientation (2009), its interactive DVD curriculum (2011), and recently an academic ebook titled Our Last Option: How a New Approach to Civility can Save the Public Square (2013). Andrew is a regular contributor to a variety of media outlets and frequently lectures at universities around the world. Since 2010 Andrew has been asked by the United Nations to advise their various agencies on issues of bridging opposing worldviews, civic engagement, and theological aspects of reconciliation. For twelve years he lived in the LGBT Boystown neighborhood of Chicago, and is currently based St. Andrews, Scotland, where he is teaching and researching at the University of St. Andrews earning his PhD in Constructive Theology with a focus on the Theology of Culture. Andrew's research centers on the cultural, political, and religious dynamics of reconciliation. Andrew is married to Brenda, and you can find him elsewhere on Twitter (@Andrew_Marin), Facebook (AndrewMarin01), and Instagram (@andrewmarin1).

  • http://theepiscopalian.blogspot.com/ William Birch

    Thank you, Andrew, for posting this! I may have never found that blog otherwise.

  • http://tellmewhytheworldisweird.blogspot.com/ perfectnumber628

    God loves you. God loves us. Yes. <3

  • http://www.patheos.com Lauren

    I experience a similar overwhelming peace everytime I remember that I am His. He made no fatal mistake when He created me. He has a very precious purpose for the life He gave us, a distinct glory unknown and unfathomed by those not blessed with it. Everytime I feel that darkness creep over me, that forced, marginalizing isolation that the world, straight Christians, and even myself unloads on my shoulders, I think of Christ, the persecution He endured, the isolation and marginalization He felt, the shame He took on … and I realize He knows exactly what this feels like.


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