I’m a keen fan of 702 (and Cape Talk when I lived there). I never thought I would be, but as I’ve crossed into my 30’s – late 30’s in a few weeks (this is me, screaming internally) – I’ve found myself drawn to finding out more about the world rather than just about me. In fact, and I’m only sharing this with you, I’ve even called into a talk show and ranted on about the issue they were discussing. Only once. I’m still cringing with embarrassment.
So why I’ve gone and put myself out there for all the world to judge is beyond me. A while ago a friend asked me to write about my experience – a small recount of how I reconciled being gay and being a person who believes in God and the Bible. I’d never put pen to paper and truly discussed my feelings and my experience, so it was actually a really difficult thing to do. But, incredibly freeing. The response I received from my friend was amazing. So much of what I went through was almost quite universal, something I never realised (I always felt so alone in it). A need to be accepted, a desire to connect with one person in an expression of love, and a desire to do the right thing – for ourselves and the higher power you believe in.
The letter was forwarded to a few and has now been published. I thought it was important to share the story – not to be controversial, but to somehow find middle ground. You see, Jesus never saw groupings of people. He never saw tax collectors or prostitutes. He saw individuals. One person who was on his or her own journey. The religious leaders saw a woman committing adultery and that meant death – no discussion about her circumstance – she became a “type”. Jesus saw a “person”, knew what was going on below the surface and asked the religious people not to judge (that famous line – you who is without sin cast the first stone).
I wrote the piece and published it so hopefully, people will see that there are human beings struggling to reconcile a very difficult issue. We’re not a group of rebels who’re trying to see how far we can push the boundaries. We’re just people, who happen to be different (and not out of choice). The article can be found here if you want to give it a read.
I know its a bit different from the tone of my blog until now… I’ll get back to the light hearted stuff in a bit!
Oh, this was cut from the beginning and end of the article – I thought I’d add it here.
Joburg Pride (a time when gay people take to the streets) is around the corner and I’m still not sure what I think about Pride marches in general. I have one friend who is totally opposed – her view is that it’s the one day we ask for respect and dress like idiots, and another friend who is on the organizing committee and militantly declares the importance of a day when gay people can meet with no threat and peacefully declare their existence.
I’ve participated in a couple of marches and am always interested in the media coverage given to these events. It seems that the relatively conservative gays are not interesting, so two guys holding hands are not that appealing for TV. Put a feather boa around their neck and suddenly we have a captive audience.
The TV camera’s also love the religious people proudly standing on the sidewalk with their ‘God hates fags’ posters. You know, he probably hates the way they dress more than he hates us, but it got me thinking. For so many years I grew up believing exactly that – that gay meant eternity in hell.
The words of John Wesley, the father of Methodism, bluntly said to a friend are the same words I say to all of those standing on the side of the pavement yelling that God hates me: “Your god is my devil”.