Do We all bleed just the same…

We all bleed just the same – whether from the flesh, the heart-ache of loved ones lost, mental anguish.  It makes no difference our political, religious, or social rank.  It makes no difference our ethnicity or race or gender – identity of any kind.  It makes no difference whether Gentile or Jew, barbarian, Scythian, slave or free – we all bleed just the same.

When I sit on my stoop in the early morning and talk to a hardened pain-in-the-butt regular who just arrived home on a bus from Florida, from his last parent’s funeral… wanting someone to acknowledge his crying grief and to just find someone to show his father’s Purple Heart, medals from Korea, his folded flag, the reference of his great-grandfather in a book about African-Americans in Seminole County – I know we all bleed just the same.

When a well-to-do uncle, husband, cousin, father, friend suddenly and unexpectedly dies on the operating table.  When his funeral will be dignified and well attended in the midst of grief and heart-ache – know that we all bleed just the same.

Thoughts on “marriage”

Reading through Genesis and considering recent Supreme Court decisions – Abraham married a second time and sired more children… but also had children by his “concubines” (plural), to whom he gave gifts upon his approaching death. (Gen. 25) No negative commentary on this form of coupling from the biblical record, thus far anyway.

We all like to think God is on our side, don’t we? The demand that God’s definition of marriage must look just like late 20th Century, American, Culture War notions of marriage isn’t faring so well when one actually reads Scripture. For better or for worse, the Biblical record does not support notions of marriage based on romantic love or of one single man and one single woman or on the sanctioning of a centralized State.

The attempts to force Scripture to support what one group or another wants (or imagine God demands) is nothing new.

The profound opposition to gay marriage by certain groups (which is their civic right to do), has caused them to so bend Scripture to support their cause that even a cursory reading makes obvious that their attempts fail – again, for better or for worse.

via The Imago Dei Initiative Blog.

Just Because He Breathes – Learning to Truly Love our Gay Son…

From a blog post by Linda Robertson, who prayed to not have a gay son.  And, as she writes, their family got their wish, but just not in the way they thought.  Her and her husband’s talking about their experiences and their late son is very moving.

In the years after Ryan came out to us, we often made decisions that caused him to feel distant and alone – alienated from the people that were supposed to know and love him best. Yes, sometimes parents of teenagers have to make those kind of decisions, and some that we made were, indeed, necessary and wise. But others served no purpose other than to control Ryan out of our own fear, and they resulted in painful division and strife between us.

Several years ago my friend Jodie said this, “I wonder if it has become easier to oppose ideologies than to actually love people.” There is a great deal of wisdom in that statement. For many Christian parents of LGBTQ adult children, I think it might be easier to “take a stance for the truth” and avoid attending their weddings, inviting their partners over for dinner, or including the person they are dating to the family Christmas gathering. It is harder, actually, to lean in and be a bit uncomfortable; it is more challenging to make myself vulnerable to being in an unfamiliar situation where I might not know how to act. I might feel out of place or unwanted. And sometimes I have felt out of place and unwanted. But from our experience, each time we take those kind of risks, when we intentionally get out of our comfort zones and follow God into the lives of others, He teaches us – through them – so many, many things we couldn’t have learned otherwise.

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Read Linda’s piece in the Huffington Post, here.