Thursday, 15 October 2015

Antitheism is not the answer

As a gay Christian, you can often feel that you have your feet in two different camps that are often at war with each other.  For many gay Christians, the Christians in our past don't accept us after we share about who we truly are. Their thinking is often that this is a lifestyle "choice" that we have made, and have turned away from godly living (if that is their theology, they don't recognise that that is the human condition, and so we're all in the same boat).  So we may find ourselves without a faith community behind us, as we struggle to find a way forward in our faith.

On the other side of the fence is the LGBT community that welcomes us, but often struggles to accept our faith, because they have been exposed to cruel judgement and ostracism by many in the Church or - worse yet - subjected to attempts to "pray the gay away" or been coerced into "gay conversion therapy" or even being convinced to enter into a relationship with someone from the opposite sex in an attempt to "bring out the straight in you."  In my case, it was all three, which made for a rather dismal chapter of my life, where death became the only hope of release, and fear of hell became the only reason I chose not to end life at my own hands.  If they don't encounter such malevolent behaviour, they're often only too aware of the very negative messages in the press by outspoken anti-gay Christian lobbying groups or church groups.  It's easy to understand why many members of the LGBT community don't have a faith, and don't want one.  But that is often not the gay Christian's understanding of faith for them.  For many, despite the judgements, it will be what has kept them going.

So, you can see that if you happen to both be gay and have a faith, it's not a particularly easy place to be in. However, for many, as much as being gay is part of our identity, so is having a faith, and we're often presented with having to choose one of two options ... either we abandon our faith, or we try and find a way to exist with one foot in each camp.  Some may choose to leave their faith communities (sadly, sometimes they're forced out).  Some will join new faith communities that are inclusive, but many retain some connection with faith and struggle to find a way forward. (How good it would be if churches were able to look past the fear and the judging and the dogma, to see this need for nurturing.  Welcome these people back as they are, and - IF there is changing to be done - let God do it.  You may not be comfortable with them, or their partner, or their social lives, but they're God's children, as much as anyone else, and they often have no spiritual home to turn to.)

I have many friends who are not Christian, but respect my choice to be a Christian (for - at the end of the day - that is the choice ... my sexual identity is not). I also have some friends that don't respect my faith, and that can sometimes be difficult. I respect someone else's choice to not follow a faith, and I respect that they have every right to be atheist, but it can hurt to hear friends speaking against all people of faith, and blaming all believers for the Church's attitude to the LGBT community.

Some people portray all religion as irrelevant, harmful, and don't think it has anything good to say.  In many cases that may be true.  But, there are as many different ways of believing as there are people ... each person has a different experience of faith and a different way of expressing that.  Many people of faith are working hard to bring change from within, and make our communities of faith more inclusive places.

The danger of painting all people of faith with the same brush, and by declaring faith irrelevant is that by doing so, you silence the voices of those within that institution or faith who are fighting for equality and inclusion.  The only way to effectively bring change is to continue engaging with people, affirm positive change where you see it, inform viewpoints where you can, and support those members of the LGBT community who are struggling to maintain relationships on both sides of the fence.

Sunday, 15 March 2015

Mothering Sunday

I'll always call it "Mothering Sunday" and not "Mother's Day" ... not so much to prove a point, but because the two are different ... one comes from a religious and community tradition in our history and the other is mostly a commercial event. On Mothering Sunday, people were released from work, and allowed to return to their "Mother" churches and communities, to be reunited with families and friends. There's more on the history below.

For me, to call "Mothering Sunday" "Mother's Day" is to wipe out the link with our past, but also to reduce it to the mere opportunity to buy specially labelled cards, flowers, chocolates, etc..

We can indeed celebrate Mothers on Mothering Sunday, and should - as that's part of the history - but also remember the wider community context of the event, and celebrate each other; celebrate being a part of a "mother" community that nurtured us.  And, of course, as part of that community, we need to be mindful of those for whom days like today may be difficult or fraught ... or simply those who feel that they are outside the "conventional" mould of motherhood or family:

Those who can't have children;
Those who have lost children;
Those who have lost parents;
Those who have been bereaved before childbirth;
Those who care for the children of others;
Those who are estranged from children or parents;
Those who - for other reasons - are no longer part of a family unit;
Those who are yet to start their families;
Those who are expecting children;
Those who are trying to form new families, with someone else's children;
Those who are separated from parents or children by work or military service;
Those who are separated from parents or children by war or violence;
Single-parent families;
Same-sex parents;
And those who I may have overlooked ...

You are valued today and every day, and are invaluable members of our community. Thank you for all you bring to our lives.

A bit of history, from Wikipedia (as on 15 March 2015):
During the sixteenth century, people returned to their mother church, the main church or cathedral of the area, for a service to be held on Laetare Sunday. This was either a large local church, or more often the nearest cathedral. Anyone who did this was commonly said to have gone "a-mothering", although whether this term preceded the observance of Mothering Sunday is unclear. In later times, Mothering Sunday became a day when domestic servants were given a day off to visit their mother church, usually with their own mothers and other family members. It was often the only time that whole families could gather together, since on other days they were prevented by conflicting working hours, and servants were not given free days on other occasions. 
Children and young people who were "in service" (as household servants) were given a day off on that date so they could visit their families (or, originally, return to their "mother" church). The children would pick wild flowers along the way to place in the church or give to their mothers. Eventually, the religious tradition evolved into the Mothering Sunday secular tradition of giving gifts to mothers. 
By the 1920s the custom of keeping Mothering Sunday had tended to lapse in Ireland and in continental Europe. In 1914, inspired by Anna Jarvis's efforts in the United States,Constance Penswick-Smith created the Mothering Sunday Movement, and in 1921 she wrote a book asking for the revival of the festival; Constance was the daughter of the vicar of Coddington, Nottinghamshire, and there is a memorial in Coddington's church. Its wide-scale revival was through the influence of American and Canadian soldiers serving abroad during World War II; the traditions of Mothering Sunday, still practised by the Church of England and Church of Ireland were merged with the newly imported traditions and celebrated in the wider Catholic and secular society. UK-based merchants saw the commercial opportunity in the holiday and relentlessly promoted it in the UK; by the 1950s, it was celebrated across all the UK. 
People from Ireland and the UK started celebrating Mother's Day on the same day that Mothering Sunday was celebrated, the fourth Sunday in Lent. The two celebrations have now been mixed up, and many people think that they are the same thing.

Saturday, 14 February 2015

Take me to church?

As we contemplate the injustice committed by the House of Bishops last Valentines Day, I was reminded this morning of-, and am strengthened by the lyrics of "Take me to church", by Hozier​, which addresses anti-gay sentiment in the Church.  My heart weeps for those who are hurt daily in the name of faith ... come Lord Jesus.

"Take Me To Church" - Hozier

My lover's got humour
She's the giggle at a funeral
Knows everybody's disapproval
I should've worshipped her sooner

If the heavens ever did speak
She's the last true mouthpiece
Every Sunday's getting more bleak
A fresh poison each week

'We were born sick, ' you heard them say it

My Church offers no absolutes
She tells me, 'Worship in the bedroom.'
The only heaven I'll be sent to
Is when I'm alone with you—

I was born sick,
But I love it
Command me to be well
Amen. Amen. Amen. Amen.

[Chorus 2x:]
Take me to church
I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies
I'll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife
Offer me that deathless death
Good God, let me give you my life

If I'm a pagan of the good times
My lover's the sunlight
To keep the Goddess on my side
She demands a sacrifice

Drain the whole sea
Get something shiny
Something meaty for the main course
That's a fine looking high horse
What you got in the stable?
We've a lot of starving faithful

That looks tasty
That looks plenty
This is hungry work

[Chorus 2x:]
Take me to church
I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies
I'll tell you my sins so you can sharpen your knife
Offer me my deathless death
Good God, let me give you my life

No Masters or Kings
When the Ritual begins
There is no sweeter innocence than our gentle sin

In the madness and soil of that sad earthly scene
Only then I am Human
Only then I am Clean
Amen. Amen. Amen. Amen.

[Chorus 2x:]
Take me to church
I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies
I'll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife
Offer me that deathless death
Good God, let me give you my life



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The other song that brings great encouragement, bears the same title, by Sinead O'Connor.  These lyrics, too, are a stark reminder of what's going wrong in so many of our churches that use faith to oppress.

"Take Me To Church"

I don't wanna love the way I loved before
I don't wanna love that way no more
What have I been writing love songs for?
I don't want to write them anymore
I don't wanna sing from where I sang before
I don't wanna sing that way no more
What've I've been singing love songs for?
I don't wanna sing them anymore,
I don't wanna be that girl no more
I don't wanna cry no more
I don't wanna die no more
So cut me down from this here tree
Cut the rope from off of me
Sit me on the floor,
I'm the only one I should adore

Oh, Take me to church,
I've done so many bad things it hurts
yeah, Take me to church
but not the ones that hurt
'Cause that ain't the truth
And that's not what it's worth
Yeah, take me to church
oh, take me to church
I've done so many bad things it hurts
Yeah, get me to church
but not the ones that hurt
'Cause that ain't the truth
And that's not what it's worth

I'm gonna sing songs of loving and forgiving
Songs of eating and of drinking, 
songs of living, songs of calling in the night 
'cause songs are like a bolt of light
And love's the only love you should invite
Songs of long and spiteful fails
songs that don't let you sit still 
Songs that mend your broken bones
and that don't leave you alone
So get me down from this here tree,
take the rope from off of me
sit me on the floor,
I'm the only one I should adore!

Oh, Take me to church,
I've done so many bad things it hurts
Yeah take me to church,
but not the ones that hurt
'Cause that ain't the truth
And that's not what it's worth
Yeah, take me to church
oh, take me to church
I've done so many bad things it hurts
Yeah, get me to church,
but not the ones that hurt
'Cause that ain't the truth
And that's not what it's worth


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I'll keep praying and speaking out, with countless others, until our worship spaces are safe space for all.  I know, realistically, we'll never be in the place where all of them are, but we keep praying and speaking out, so that the harmful ones will be in the minority.

If you're not in a supportive church, and need some encouragement, please do look at my post about inclusive faith groups, "Support Inclusivity" and get in touch with one of those organisations. If you have the means to support them (with time or talent), please let them know ... we need as many people involved as we can get.

Peace & love to you this Valentines Day.

Thursday, 20 November 2014

Transgender Day of Remembrance #TDoR

Today is International Transgender Day of Remembrance.

I've been looking at the news articles about this this morning.  It makes for sombre reading.  One really brought the message home ... here is the headline and link ... "Beaten, stoned and burnt alive: 226 Trans people murdered this year" http://shar.es/1X78hY via @gaystarnews

It's a horrible thing to imagine the loneliness and the desolation of someone who feels they matter so little, that they should remove themselves from the earth.  It's even worse to read about some of the truly barbaric things and ruthless acts of violence and murder that other people commit against Trans members of society.

It shouldn't be that way.

For me, what is even more heartbreaking, is when faith groups abandon these people and perpetuate the message that they aren't valued or worthy.  Faith groups should be going forward with the message that all are valued by God, that all are loved, that all are worthy, that all are God's children. Instead, we have some groups in all faiths that feel that they have the right to sit in the judgement seat, and begin proclaiming who can and can't be a part of their faith and of society.  They always claim to be the only true adherents of their faith, thereby dismissing & claiming superiority over those who try to express the faith in a more inclusive way. The reality is that theirs is one possible expression of faith, not THE expression of faith, and there are other ways, that include and affirm.

I give thanks for those in all faiths who are working hard for the full inclusion of the LGBT community in their faiths (I blogged about some of the Christian groups doing just that in a previous post - here), and I hope, wish & pray that more and more faith communities can truly be places of refuge and hope for ALL people who are disempowered & voiceless ... as they should.

I'm reminded of the lyrics of the Depeche Mode song, "People are people" ... and praying for a change.

Will you join in me in asking whether or not you could be a part of that change?

Depeche Mode - People are people
People are people so why should it be
You and I should get along so awfully
So we're different colours
And we're different creeds
And different people have different needs
It's obvious you hate me
Though I've done nothing wrong
I never even met you
So what could I have done
I can't understand
What makes a man
Hate another man
Help me understand
People are people so why should it be
You and I should get along so awfully
Help me understand
Now you're punching and you're kicking
And you're shouting at me
I'm relying on your common decency
So far it hasn't surfaced
But I'm sure it exists
It just takes a while to travel
From your head to your fist
I can't understand
What makes a man
Hate another man
Help me understand
Songwriters: GORE, MARTIN LEE

Monday, 14 July 2014

Reflections on #DollyParton & #LondonPride weekend ...

It's been a few weeks now since London Pride weekend. I really should have reflected on the whole experience a lot more quickly, but time and emotions ran away with me, and here we are.

The weekend started for us, with two tickets to see Dolly Parton's Blue Smoke Tour at the O2. Dolly always amazes me with how down-to-earth she comes across, and how musically talented she is.  She didn't disappoint. She filled the O2, started the show on time - with no support act - and performed solidly, taking only a 20 minute break during the interval, she played several musical instruments, and interjected with stories from her life that were open, honest and endeared herself to her audience.

One of the things that always amazes me about Dolly Parton is that she quite openly and proudly speaks of her faith in God, but does so in a way that shares the unconditional love of God with her audience, and the audience respond well.  She told at least 12,000 of her faith in God, and how much God loves her & them, & they listened and responded positively.

I recognise I may be a bit biased when it comes to Dolly Parton, but I am in awe every time we see her live, at her talent, her warm faith and her authenticity.

Dolly comes across as real, as genuine, but more importantly for me, as inclusive. She is inclusive of all people, irrespective of gender, sexual orientation, race, colour or creed. The LGBT community love her and the faith community loves her & she loves them.

So when she says that she loves God, and that God loves us all so much ... people respond with warmth.  Those that don't have a faith listen patiently, while those who do are encouraged, and all are affirmed.

I was quite emotional by the end of the show, because I was both massively affirmed by hearing faith expressed in such an affirming and inclusive way, but also because I was saddened that much of the leadership of the Church couldn't manage to express faith like that, preferring instead to push people to the outside.
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On the Saturday, we made our way into Central London for Pride, where Mike joined me in marching with the Christians at Pride group - a collaboration between the various LGBTQII+ Christian charity & campaign groups.  The group was made up of people from LGCM, Diverse Church, Metropolitan Community Church, Two:23, Accepting Evangelicals, Changing Attitude, Quest and Inclusive Church.

With the vile homophobia coming out of some parts of the Church at the moment, and the very real threat of discipline faced by those clergy in same-sex relationships who marry their life partners, we felt it particularly important this year to be a part of an LGBTQII affirming faith voice.

We were joined by a 14ft Jesus with a rainbow sash, who worked the crowd like a pro, and we marched along to the Sister Act soundtrack, some of us handing out leaflets apologising for the pain that the Church had caused, others with leaflets with an LGBTQII-affirming message of faith or details of some of the LGBTQII-affirming faith organisations.

I was amazed at how appreciative the crowd was at finally hearing something positive from people of faith. Some people even wept openly at hearing an inclusive message for the first time, several people mouthed their thanks to us and for us there was a real pride in being a Christian and in being able to bring something positive to the day because of faith, not despite it.

I found the weekend hugely positive and emotional, receiving more affirmation from strangers over Pride weekend than I have from the leadership of my own denomination in a long time. It was a reminder of what is important in faith, but also a reminder of how much of the Church is getting it so wrong.
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To summarise:

I heard more about the love of God from Dolly Parton, and saw more of Christ among the outcast at Pride, than I have from many of our Church leaders.

But that's nothing new, is it? Christ has always existed outside the institution - with it's neat rules, dotted i's and crossed t's - and we lose something when we assume that theology and faith is the preserve of those with a qualification.

If you're LGBTQII and have been hurt by religion, I apologise. So have I ... repeatedly. If you have questions or comments, I would encourage you to find an LGBTQII inclusive faith group (try the links above), and have a conversation with them.  If you have a faith and are looking for an inclusive worshipping community, again, try the links above.

If you don't identify as a person of faith, rather than speaking against religion, would you consider speaking against homophobia & bigotry in religion instead and encourage inclusive faith groups to help them bring change from within our faith communities?







Wednesday, 9 July 2014

Reflections on #EqualMarriage from a colleague ...



A colleague prepared the below reflection for a congregation on his struggles with Equal Marriage, and his desire to be true to both his heart & his head, but not to discriminate while he does so.

This is an honest account, and I wish others were as gracious.

Do feel free to share your comments, but remember, the piece is not mine, and I can't identify my colleague.  I personally am 100% in support of Equal Marriage and hope to see the day where we can celebrate with our LGBT+ community in our churches (& even allow clergy to wed their same-sex partners, without disciplinary action or rebuke).

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A view from sitting on the fence! (Psalm 45 and Matthew 19:1-11)

The Conference of the British Methodist Church recently met in Birmingham. The subject matter of one of the reports received and debated was The Methodist Church’s response to recent changes in legislation in regard of Civil Partnerships and Same Sex Marriages in the UK. This followed a wide ranging national consultation earlier in the year.

Having read the report, having followed the debate live online on Wednesday, and having reflected on the resolutions passed; I would like to share with you where I now find myself:  I find myself sitting right on top of the fence.  And this seems a very good place to be-at least for now!

It is a very good place to be because I find myself in very good company.  I sense many other individual Methodists are sitting up here with me, from a wide range of theological positions and sexual orientations.  Indeed, it would appear that, at least constitutionally, the whole of British Methodism is now encamped on said fence with me (for at least the next two years).

For the Methodist Church has now committed to a two year period of listening, reflecting and discernment following the legislation of same-sex marriage in England, Wales and Scotland earlier this year. 

The Methodist Church, in line with scripture and traditional teaching, still believes that marriage is a gift of God and that it is God's intention that a marriage should be a life-long union in body, mind and spirit of one man and one woman. The Methodist Conference did not vote on changing this understanding, or 'opting in' so as to permit Methodist Church buildings to be registered for same-sex marriage ceremonies or Methodist ministers to be authorised to conduct them.

However, the Conference did resolve that its previous ruling that there was no reason per se to prevent anyone within the Church, ordained or lay, from entering into a civil partnership, should now also extend to those entering into legally contracted same-sex marriages.

The Conference also agreed revised guidelines that will allow local churches and ministers to consider the appropriate pastoral response to requests for prayers and blessings of same-sex couples-effectively allowing local ministers and congregations to act according to their conscience.

The Conference then directed the Equality, Diversity and Inclusion committee to work on the production and dissemination of clear guidance on what is to be regarded as homophobia.

Finally a new working party was appointed to oversee the two-year period of reflection concerning relationships and living with difference, and to report to the Conference in 2016.

So here we all are, sitting together, up on top of the fence.  


I humbly suggest that there are now two main tasks we need to undertake.

1: We need to find our balance.
For what it is worth I now feel as if I am standing on top of the fence juggling with my Bible in one hand and my sense of Reason in the other.  At the same time I find my head pulls towards the very good Experience I have of relationships with homosexual friends and colleagues, whilst my heart still pulls in the (apparently) opposite direction of the Church’s Traditional Teaching on marriage. This can feel very ‘wobbly’ at times!

So how do I get centred and balanced?  Well, if I was a dancer or gymnast on a balance beam I would be taught to find my balance by ‘spotting’. I would have to learn to fix my eyes on something directly ahead of me; something which fixed, reliable-unmoving.

As young children in Church weren’t many of us taught to ‘fix (or turn) our eyes upon Jesus!’

Surely this is a key to our future unity in Christ on this, and other serious matters of faith and conduct, as we try to find our ‘balance’ together as the people of God.  So I humbly suggest the very first thing ‘fence dwellers’ need to do is to continually fix their eyes upon Jesus: To continue together in prayer and worship, as they travel along what may seem like a rather ‘narrow way’.

The other reason I believe sitting of the fence is great is because:

2: It is a good place to listen.
My wife and I have recently moved. Our kitchen door opens out onto our garden and is right next to our neighbours. But there is a six foot fence in between the two doors. When the weather is hot we leave our kitchen door open most of the time-as do our neighbours. We can hear their pots clanging; we can smell their baking; our dog can sense the very near presence of their cat; and we even like some of the music they listen to on their radio. But the one thing we cannot do is hear what they are saying. We know when they are having a conversation but their voices, their words, are indistinct, muffled, distant.

However, if I was to climb up onto the fence I could not only hear everything they were saying I could actually join in their conversation:  And even potentially include my wife in it whilst she continued to potter at the far end of our garden.  The point is someone’s got to sit on top of the fence, to include everyone in the conversation, until we are ready to pull the fence down!

Yet, there is some One else we surely need to listen to. The freeholder: The One who not only owns the property but all our lives; in eternal love, grace, and unity.

Amongst other things, truly listening to God, from on top of the fence, requires a reading of (wrestling with) scripture based on the principle “Those who have ears, let them hear what the Spirit is saying to the churches.”

As I have tried to listen to what the Spirit is presently saying to the Methodist Church I have been drawn to Jesus’ teaching in Matthew 19:1-11

Here I humbly share my personal reflections on these verses:

First, let us note the context and motivation. The Pharisees don’t want to know about ‘marriage’ they want to trap Jesus with a question about divorce: “is it lawful for a man to divorce his wife for any and every reason?”

Second, we must note the main point of Jesus’ reply: “I tell you that anyone who divorces his wife, except for marital unfaithfulness, and marries another woman commits adultery.”

Third, we must also note the surprising reaction of the disciples to Jesus’ teaching: “If this is the situation between a husband and wife, it is better not to marry.” In other words, ‘wow Jesus that’s a pretty tall order perhaps it’s better not to get married at all!’

It seems to me that the consistent message of Jesus regarding marriage, throughout the gospels-and especially in Matthew, is one of FAITHFULNESS:  It’s ‘till death us do "partedness"!

You see in Jesus’ day the idea of ‘same sex marriage’ had not even entered the imagination of the Jewish people but 101 legal ways of divorcing your wife had; even amongst the Pharisees.  The standard Jesus raises is one of life long faithfulness.

It is also worth noting Jesus’ work of salvation on earth begins with one man’s decision to be faithful to his young pregnant fiancé against all the odds, and his society’s social and religious expectations.

“Joseph was a righteous man and did not want to expose Mary to public disgrace; he had in mind to divorce her quietly. But after he had considered this, an angel of the Lord appeared to him in a dream and said, “Joseph son of David, do not be afraid to take Mary home as your wife because what is conceived in her is from the Holy Spirit.” (Matthew 1:19f)

And so Jesus’ work of salvation continues to this day.

I have a dream-that fence dwellers might stand together and shout out across the rooftops of our fragmentary and broken society: “Ok we haven’t got it all sorted out but this one thing we do agree on: WE BELIEVE IN FAITHFUL RELATIONSHIPS BECAUSE WE BELIEVE IN A FAITHFUL GOD!”
Which is the more important phrase-‘one man and one woman’ or ‘for better for worse; ‘till death us do part’?

Finally, let me say I know it is hard. Faithfulness is not an easy option. I have been married for 24 years. It has not been easy….for my wife!

In Psalm 45 we read a wonderfully romantic Wedding Song (to the tune of ‘Lillies’, of the Sons of Korah) which was probably composed for one of King David’s weddings. What do we discover just six psalms later?

Psalm 51: (A psalm of David. When the prophet Nathan came to him after David had committed adultery with Bathsheba).
Beginning with a sentiment which we all we do well to follow: “Have mercy upon me, O God, according to your unfailing love…..”

Here on earth, with all our imperfection and brokenness, the true passion of human faithfulness is only possible when fuelled by the love, grace and forgiveness that flows from the heart of God.

Furthermore, any list of qualities for a good marriage will probably have the word LOVE at the very top. But as Christians (possibly sitting on the fence together) we always need to remember what LOVE really is:
“This is what love is: Jesus Christ laid down his life for us. And (therefore) we ought to lay down our lives for one another!” (1 John 3:16): Whatever our theological persuasion and whatever our sexual orientation.

Please sit with me up on the fence and let us seek God and work this out together, not for our own comfort, but for the sake of a hurting world presently being consumed by broken relationships.

Can Christian businesses discriminate?

Having shared my thoughts on the cases involving Christian owners of Bed & Breakfasts who were fighting in court that they should be able to turn away LGBT customers in this blog post (http://vicaringroo.blogspot.co.uk/2013/09/my-thoughts-on-cases-involving.html), I'm sad to see another business owned by Christians in the press today, for denying service to someone that doesn't fit within their expression of faith.

This time the controversy surrounds Ashers Baking Company in Northern Ireland, who turned away a customer who'd ordered a celebration cake with an image of the fictional characters Bert & Ernie from Sesame Street, with the wording "Celebrate Gay Marriage" and the logo of Queerspace, a volunteer-led LGBT campaign group.  Their reasoning was their Biblical values.

The BBC news story is here, and the Pink News article is here.

It saddens me to see this happening again, because it seems that people just aren't learning that you can't use your views to discriminate against others, no matter how important those beliefs are to you. If that was allowed, we would fall over the precipice to the place where service providers and businesses could refuse to serve people of other cultures or faiths, or refuse to serve people who don't live a life that they approve of. Where does that stop ... could we see a shop owner refusing to serve an unmarried mother because she had premarital sex, or refusing to welcome a person from another faith tradition because they believe that 2 Corinthians 6:14 calls them to not mix with non-believers?

2 Corinthians 6:14 "Do not be mismatched with unbelievers. For what partnership is there between righteousness and lawlessness? Or what fellowship is there between light and darkness?" [NRSV].
It also saddens me to see that the Christian Institute have picked up the fight and are turning this into more than it needs to be, because this is such a senseless waste of money, fighting against people, when those time and money resources could be put to serious use in addressing issues of poverty, hunger, malnourishment ... so many other things that are serious issues that would seriously promote Christian values of good works, loving their neighbour, sharing the GOOD NEWS of Jesus. This does feel more like trying to fight against the LGBT community for the sake of it.

In the case of Ashers, Daniel MacArthur seems like a nice guy. He seems like a guy that's really convinced he's doing the right thing, and sticking by his beliefs, which are absolutely infallible, something he feels he needs to take a stand on. However, he needs to learn that his actions and views are based on a biased and discriminatory reading of Scripture, one which encourages discrimination. Those views are enforcing a particular brand of Christianity, but not representative of all Christianity.

It's interesting that he mentions specifically that they couldn't complete the order because it was "in contradiction with what the Bible teaches," as he's contradicting Leviticus 19:27 ("Do not trim off the hair on your temples or trim your beards."), and as a bakery they are directly disobeying a number of Scripture verses;
  • He's sat in front of two posters advertising savoury sausage rolls and chilli sausage rolls, when Leviticus 11 clearly forbids using pork.
  • In fact, Leviticus 3:17 forbids eating any fat ... bit of a tricky one for a bakery. 
  • Leviticus 19:9 forbids reaping to the very edge of your fields ... I wonder if they strictly check their flour suppliers for adherence to this code.
Running a bakery by what the Bible teaches is a particularly tricky business, when so much is written about foodstuffs.

I suspect they and their supporters would say that these verses are now irrelevant, and they follow other verses ... which is probably the whole crux of the matter ... they choose which verses apply to them.

They may claim that those are all Old Testament laws, and - as Christians - they live under the new covenant sealed with the blood of Jesus.  However, they will happily quote from the Old Testament code when arguing against Equal Marriage.

However, the New Testament also says some fairly atrocious things, such as women should remain silent in church (1 Corinthians 14:34-35) ... which some of the anti-LGBT Christian charities seem to completely unaware of, while heaping restrictions on others. 1 Corinthians 7:10-11 speaks clearly against divorce and the remarriage of divorced wives ... I wonder if Ashers ask for proof that it's the first marriage when baking wedding cakes? 
It may be worth a few Christian business owners reading the equality law properly, and realising that having a faith doesn't give them the right to discriminate. If they want the freedom to discriminate, then they need to change their business model so that they function as a religious organisation (in the case of the B&B owners, this may mean considering running a Christian retreat house instead), as commercial organisations do not qualify for exemptions from the prohibition on discrimination.

Of particular relevance in cases like this are the words in the New Testament, in 1 Peter 2:13-14 , which call for obedience to the law ... "13 For the Lord’s sake accept the authority of every human institution, whether of the emperor as supreme, 14 or of governors, as sent by him to punish those who do wrong and to praise those who do right."

Considering that there are laws that they're willing to ignore and others they're willing to enforce when it comes to others, it would seem it's not so much about living or working by Biblical standards, it's about using the Bible selectively to enforce their own viewpoints. It's not they who serve Scripture, but Scripture that serves them.

It may also be worth their while meditating on the words of Matthew 23:3-33 as a warning against being too sure and proud in religiosity.

May the God of love and of all creation continue to change hearts of stone into hearts of flesh (Ezekiel 36:26 - A new heart I will give you, and a new spirit I will put within you; and I will remove from your body the heart of stone and give you a heart of flesh).

Sunday, 27 April 2014

Guest Post - "Tchaikovsky and my journey towards understanding my sexuality"

I have been asked to share the journey of a fellow minister, at the start of their ministry career.

So often in ministry, being honest comes at personal cost - to self and to career. For this reason, this is posted anonymously, but I do have contact with the author. Discussion welcome, but offensive remarks will be removed.

The post follows below:
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My favourite composer is Pyotr Illyich Tchaikovsky. He's probably best know for his ballet suites these days: Swan Lake and The Nutcracker.

I adored Tchaikovsky's music long before I'd even heard his name. As I ten year old I had lots of his melodies and themes in my head. I know this because I distinctly recall singing the main theme of his Violin concerto, whilst dancing around my parents landing, dreaming I was hopelessly in love, alternating between singing the theme and doing forward rolls on the carpet until I was quite dizzy. There was no-one else around at the time, so I was totally uninhibited doing this.

My mum and dad love classical music. They took me to lots of formal concerts, and I had grown up playing the violin and piano. But it wasn't there that I grew to love the great Romantic composers. It was at home. Dad was very proud of his record deck and hi-fi, and as a family we spent several Winter evenings listening to symphonies and concertos by Beethoven, Sibelius, and of course Tchaikovsky, by the warm log fire.

It must have been in these times that I subliminally memorised virtually every theme from Tchaikovsky's Symphonies, concertos and ballet music. We didn't have a television, which I now feel was a huge blessing, not least because it meant that I didn't associate the melodies I heard with any cheesy TV adverts. As a 13 year old I was adamant  that the best composer ever was Tchaikovsky. There was a newsagent down the road – it sold classical CDs for 99p each (some company I discovered had gone bust). I would go after school and buy more and more. They weren't bad recordings either, and I built up quite a large collection. But my Tchaikovsky section was the biggest by far, as I bought every CD I could find by him in the shop: Swan Lake, Romeo and Juliet, the violin and piano concertos, and the symphonies. What surprised me most was that every time I played a “new” CD I recognised the theme. They were all in my brain somewhere, lodged away.

Of course, my musical friends tried to convince me that other composers were better – that the music of Bach was more clever and skilful, or that Mozart was more refined. I thought perhaps because I was a violinist I preferred string music to organs and pianos, but that wasn't quite it. Tchaikovsky was seen as emotional and youthful, but generally over the top – but that was exactly why I liked it. The soaring melodies, the unrestrained nature of it all felt to me like love ought to be. It felt truly Romantic – not in the clichéd sense of roses and trite words;  more like a roaring ocean, or a beautiful sunset on a beach, or somebody's smile. The Violin concerto theme painted a picture for me of having dinner with someone I loved, at the edge of a lake lit by moonlight, then rowing a boat out onto the lake afterwards. The tunes were memorable- you could hum along to them, and they were so unchecked. Compared to other composers, who seemed often bound by formal rules, Tchaikovsky's music felt to me like the difference between a formal kiss on the cheek given to greet a guest at a dinner party, or a passionate kiss between two lovers.

I only began to discover my sexuality later in life, from when I was 16, and although looking back I can clearly see that I was gay, I was reluctant to acknowledge this to myself until I was a good few years older. The discovery that I had a homosexual orientation crept up on me, and I repressed it for many years, packaging it away it in the box of “negative temptation”. Certainly it didn't help that it felt to me that gay people (and activists in particular) were perceived as Public Enemy Number One by some of my close family, who saw them as undermining the church. Because of this I dared not open up to them about my own desires and gay attractions towards men. My parents also, I later discovered, didn't seem to really believe in sexual orientation at all, and just saw homosexual attraction as a “phase.”

I couldn't admit to my friends either that I was attracted to guys (especially not the one I was in fact attracted to). It didn't help that I was at an all boys grammar school where to admit to being gay would probably have been social suicide at the time. Even as a 17 year old, when I thought I was respected and safe from peer pressure, I made a mistake of looking down at a DVD in HMV from the gay cinema section, when we were out on a history trip. I thought I'd got away without being spotted, but one of my classmates caught me and despite flatly denying it to my friends I was then known at school as “gay cinema boy”.

But when I was 17, in a General Studies class, one of my teachers (actually the French teacher) played us all a Tchaikovsky Symphony. It was the 2nd movement of his Fifth Symphony, one I had in my collection, and I knew the main tune. But before playing it, he told us something that staggered me. He said that Tchaikovsky was gay. He also said that the pressures of the Tsarist Russian society he lived in (in one sense different from Soviet society today, but still pretty oppressive), coupled with his family's expectations of marriage, fuelled a deep depression in Tchaikovsky. His desire to love another man was doomed in the context of the time and place he was living in.

My teacher then explained that in this symphony the beautiful love theme is destroyed by the interruption of harsh trumpets. Out of a heartfelt desire to teach us not to be homophobic, by using this piece of music, my teacher was also explaining that Tchaikovsky was tormented by knowledge of his being gay and that his dreams of love were dashed once and for all.

I listened to the music, and I was staggered. There it was, the beautiful melody I knew well – but just as my teacher said, the trumpets kept bursting in, time and again – ending and disrupting it. I was shocked – it all seemed so tragic that a beautiful thing was being destroyed in this way.

Over the next ten years, I grew to a greater understanding of my being gay, and I experienced the pressures of a conservative Christian culture that seemed to want me to deny my emotions and desires, and continually ward me off from any romantic longings I might have. It helped me to continued to reflect on Tchaikovsky's music, and understand what it meant.

Last week, I picked up a biography of Tchaikovsky's, written by Anthony Holden. Like any biography, it has its opponents – people who said that Tchaikovsky's sexuality wasn't as big a theme  as Holden was making out, and so forth. But the real words from Tchaikovsky's letters strike a chord with me. Towards the end of his life, he wrote, “My whole life has been a chain of misfortunes because of my sexuality”. (To date, Russia refuses to allow this letter to be published, according to Holden).

Living as a young(ish) gay Christian starting out as a church leader is hard. Sometimes it feels like the melody of my soul, longing for love, represented by the melody of the strings is being shouted down by those brash trumpet players. (I don't mean any offence to brass players in general – well not too much, I am a biased string player!) I continue to empathise with Tchaikovsky. In fact, I think that in some sense, if anyone wants to understand who I am and where I am coming from, they should listen to the climax of the 2nd movement of Tchaikovsky's 5th Symphony.

(There is quite a good version of the movement at https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4jSki-VP6fE. To get the full idea of what I'm talking about, its best to listen to the full 12 minutes. But the key moments I am talking about. are when the brass bursts in at 6:37, and more crucially, 10:12. Turn your volume up and you'll get what I mean.)

But I also need to remind myself that Tchaikovsky's troubled life and sad end (he died of cholera, perhaps self-induced as he refused to take steps to boil his water to prevent catching it) is not the way that my life should go. The theme of many of Tchaikovsky's ballets (Romeo and Juliet, Swan Lake) is that in spite of death, love conquers. As a Christian, I believe that Jesus defeated death, and conquered it through his love. That is the message of resurrection, and that is what gives me hope to let my loving desires, my loving gay desires, to overrule the temptation to slip into a life of loneliness, isolation, shame and bitterness. 

Tchaikovsky was private man, who wanted to hide his sexuality, because he thought it was a shameful thing. He said in letters, “The notion that one day people will try to probe into the private world of my thoughts and feelings, into everything I have so carefully hidden throughout my life, is very sad and unpleasant.” But I for one, am glad to have known of the anguish he experienced and the struggles he faced. For me to, my sexuality is a personal thing, but I find myself more and more driven to move into the open (and even under the spotlight) to challenge the injustices of this world.

And until this world understands, I will continue to think of Tchaikovsky, and listen to my favourite composer. Because love does conquer all.

Friday, 18 April 2014

Good Friday

On Maundy Thursday, I attended our Diocesan Chrism Eucharist, where clergy and lay ministers from around the Diocese gather around their bishop and reaffirm the vows they took when they were licensed or ordained. At this service, the bishop also blesses the oils that are used for the following year for the anointing of the sick & dying, for baptisms and for confirmations.

I made the decision to attend in my rainbow dog collar, to be a present reminder of the countless LGBT Christians who exist in our churches all over the world, who don't have a voice, who are silent for fear of judgement or exclusion, or who are known to be LGBT, but asked to hide themselves, lest it be an embarrassment to the Church or draw attention to themselves (so much for 'come as you are'!).

I didn't make the decision to attend in my rainbow collar easily; I was aware that some may see it as campaigning during what should be a spiritual moment. I did it, though, because we come as ourselves, and can't separate out the bits that other people find less offensive, and because I thought that the LGBT community is so often silenced by others in churches, it could help someone else who was present that may be feeling disenfranchised and distanced.

On my way to the Chrism Eucharist, in rainbow dog collar.
At the service, it was noticed by some of the clergy around me, who said they loved it, and a couple of young mums behind me, who said that they loved it as well, and what it stood for. Others either didn't notice, or chose not to comment.

I've been reflecting on the Easter message this year, and I've been identifying a lot more with it than in previous years.  It's struck me that there is much in the Easter story that the LGBT community can identify with ... hidden identities, expectation to conform, being outside the acceptable institution, and finally - the journey from being welcomed to being vilified, rejected & hated (& in too many cases, pursued & sentenced to death).

It strikes me as interesting that people lean heavily on the "clobber verses" against homosexuality (many of them in chapters that also condemn other behaviour they overlook), but yet Jesus said nothing about the matter ... He did, however, have a lot to say about religious zealotry.  Anyway, I've covered a lot in the past about these particular verses, so if you'd like to read more about them, I'll provide two links here:
First, the wonderful lecture by Matthew Vines, on YouTube, here; and
Second, an article by Daniel Payne, here.

So, because I've been reflecting a lot on the relevance of the Easter Message for LGBT Christians this year, I offer here a prayer for Good Friday, from Dorothy McRae-McMahon, whose liturgical resources I come back to, time and time again.  If you're not yet familiar with her work, it's worth looking at.
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Prayer of Confession
God who never turns away from us in rejecting judgement,
we enter this day as the one
where we are invited to look deeply into our lives.
Embrace us with your costly love as we face our realities -
the tough truth about ourselves
which stands stark and clear before your cross.

Loving Jesus, we grieve our constant failure
to be your true people.
Our lives are often limited by our own concerns
and closed off by prejudice and ignorance.

Show to us our self-righteousness as we tell ourselves
that we are the chosen ones in this world.
Break through our self-deception
so that we may see ourselves as ordinary human beings,
those who share in the crucifying of good
and who are far more dependent on your grace than we will
      ever own.

Forgive us, O God:
For we know not what we do
and we know not what we have done.
Amen.

Words of assurance
The God who hangs before us in suffering and death
is the God who would rather die than stop loving us
and who offers us forgiveness.
As we stand before the grandeur of his love,
let us receive the pardon of the Christ and live as people
who walk in faith towards Easter Day.
Amen.

Prayer of Thanksgiving
We thank you, O God,
that you travel with us down the days of life,
entering the places which we dread
and staying in the darkness and emptiness alongside us.
We will never forget your kindness in our every moment, loving Jesus.
We thank you on this day, Jesus Christ,
for love which surpasses human knowledge
and grace which bears the pain of death.
Amen.

Prayer of intercession
On this day, of all days, O God,
we bring to you all the oppressions and suffering in this troubled world.
We do this in confidence,
knowing that nothing is too much or too little for you:

[Personal prayers]
Gather up all of these, our prayers,
into the loving healing and costly carrying of pain
which lies within your own Body, Jesus Christ,
that soon all may be changed into new life.
And now we pray that we, as your earthly Body,
may so be transformed and inspired by your love for us,
that we too may absorb into our life the needs and struggles of the world
and create there a miracle of grace
and a leading forth into a different day.
In the silence,
we honour all that you have done for us and for all people:

Give us faith to believe in a love as great as yours, O Christ.
Amen.

Commissioning
Go out in quiet faith
to walk the way towards the hope of Easter Day
and our meeting with the risen Christ.

                                                                 (McRae-McMahon, D. 2006. Liturgies for High Days. London: SPCK)

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