God, I can't love you because I'm gay.
*blows off the dust*
Wow, there was about an inch and a half of dust on here. I have not written anything in a while, mainly because I have not had time and nothing interesting has happened. Well that was until today.
I work in an office all day long with a bunch of woman ranging in age from age 24 - 67ish, with only 3 people being under 30. Some are very religious, some are not so much, and then there are some who have just started being religious. I have worked here for almost 5 years, and everyone knows my sexual orientation. Many of the ladies have taken me under their wing and still talk about me being their adopted daughter. But I don’t think parents who are ok with their children’s sexual orientation would want to limit what their child can do in life, especially when you choose to call them your child.
There is this lady I work with, (we will refer to her as Nancy for good measure), and she calls me her daughter. Nancy was telling a story about her neighbor’s husband being gay. She had even asked me on occasions to check and see if I see him when I go out to gay bars. Well after about a year of her neighbor, Tiffany, knowing about her husband going out to gay bars and hooking up with guys, she left him.
They are in their mid 30’s and have a couple children. They attend a local church regularly. Tiffany’s husband, Daniel, helps the pastor out by taking the prayer request. He walks up to the pulpit and just writes them down, etc. Well, Nancy was telling a story to a handful of us about how the Church blamed stuff on Tiffany and thought she was a slut, and what ever.
Then before I know it, she said:
“Sylvia, no offense! I just don’t think it is right that Daniel is taking prayer requests. He is gay and shouldn’t be doing that stuff.”
I was floored. Why would someone who says they care about me so much say that someone shouldn’t do something because they are gay? Not because he cheated on his wife and she found him in the act. Oh no, not for any other reason other than he is gay. I let it roll off my back. What was I going to say? I see these people more than I do my own family, I was not about to stir the pot.
We all continued the conversation. I let them know that I did not choose to be gay. How can you choose to feel comfortable? Why would anyone choose to be made fun of and told you are living in sin? YOU DON’T.
After all of that, I went back to my desk and started my work once more. I got to thinking about how irritated I was. Not really that she said it, but how uneducated she was about the “gay lifestyle.” How can someone tell you that you can’t do something based on how you decide to live your life? Who you love? The color of your skin? The clothing that you wear? It is funny sounding when you hear someone say, “you can’t go to church because you wear are wearing blue” or “you can’t love god because you have freckles.” Why would you say that stuff about being gay? How can you call yourself a Christian and JUDGE? The bible says not to Judge. You will be judged when you face Christ on your judgment day. Shouldn’t Christians be happy enough that you are worshiping God?
On top of that, just because you say the words “No Offense” does not mean that person will NOT take offense. Think about what you say. Love people for who they are, not for who they love, the color of their skin or the religion they choose.