It was a chilly, fall afternoon in late October or early November, I can’t remember. There was a bite in the air, a warning sign of the coming brutal winter. I remember sitting in my car, shaking and nervous. I almost couldn’t breathe I was so scared. I was getting ready to have lunch with a man I had met only a few weeks before. He was the pastor at a church I had started attending, after I had just moved thousands of miles to a new city and new community. I didn’t know anyone yet, really, other than my own family.
I had started attending his church, and enjoyed his sermons. He had seemed quite approachable and caring— a good listener. So, after a couple of weeks, I decided to ask him to grab a bite to eat and ask if we could talk. I had a thousand things I was wrestling with at the time, things that I needed to get off of my chest. He kindly agreed to meet with me and to get to know me a little better.
We went in and ordered and nervously sat down in a booth in a corner. So here we were at this sub shop, two strangers carrying on small talk as I walked in circles around the subject, the main reason why I had asked him to lunch in the first place.
I was at a crossroads with my faith and my sexuality. I wanted to continue on in my life as a follower of Christ, but I couldn’t ever square that away with my sexuality. I had long believed (and had long been taught by others) that if I followed Christ, he would remove this from me and would “heal” me in the way I had long desired. And here, in the new city, while knowing so very few people, I needed someone to talk to about this. I was going crazy inside. Alone. Lonely. Confused. At a standstill on what to do next. Because frankly, my orientation wasn’t changing, and it scared me.
And so, I brought up the subject. I had told him why I had asked him to lunch and that I wanted to dialogue about a few things. I had told him that I was gay, but that I had long ago stopped dating men. I told him that my orientation and attraction did not change like I thought it would, and that I had no idea what my life was supposed to look like moving forward, until this was taken from me. I told him that I didn’t know how I should even think about these things.
He listened patiently and quietly as I looked on with hopeful anticipation that this man would give me wisdom and impart some sense of grace or mercy to me.
I was wrong. He quickly and succinctly delivered his verdict on all that I had said, in a matter of fact tone, that being gay was not compatible with Christianity, and that until I was a heterosexual with only heterosexual attractions, my very salvation was in doubt, and that no Christian struggles with homosexuality, because its very presence shows that a person is not a believer.
I sat there in that sandwich shop, saddened, and if possible, in more despair than I had been in when I went in. I kindly thanked him for his time and for his thoughts, and we went our separate ways.
That meeting was the beginning of a very dark time in my life, a time in which I didn’t know who I was, when this realization started to set in—that the longed-planned-for removal of my attractions may never come at all.
Is God good? Is he kind? Does he hate me? Who am I? I wrestled for so long.
The next several months were full of confusion for me and for my future. Eventually, through other men leading me, caring for me, and loving me, I came out of the dark place. But since that meeting with the pastor, I’ve always wondered, why didn’t he say things that were biblical? Things that were simultaneously holding up truth as well as love and reality and grace and words that imparted life.
Here are the things I wish he had said to me on that day in the sub shop.
I wish he had thanked me for opening up to a near perfect stranger about some of the most personal and painful things in my life, knowing how hard that had to have been.
I wish that he had reminded me that God is larger than any struggle I’ve ever had or ever will have, including my broken sexuality.
I wish he would have told me that I was not an accident, an aberration, a screw-up, a black sheep, but that, like all members of the church, I was still struggling with the results of the fall alongside everyone else who struggles with their own sexuality.
I wish he had told me that I was welcome to ask hard questions of what the faith required for someone with such an orientation.
I wish he had told me that I was loved by God, and by the people of God.
I wish he had told me, with tears if necessary, what I already knew was a very likely possibility for my life: that celibacy may be my future vocation, as is required of all non-married Christians, including long term single straight men and women, widows and widowers, and those who have divorced in circumstances where the Bible does not allow remarriage.
I wish he had told me that the church was a safe place where I could be honest and vulnerable, where I could share my story, not with fear, but with the knowledge that I would be loved.
I wish that he had told me that the existence of a temptation or attraction was not the same thing as active sinning.
I wish he had told me that God may or may not remove by homosexual orientation. And that regardless of how my life proceeds, I don’t have to bank my hope on becoming heterosexual to lead a fulfilling life full of love. And that I don’t have to wait for it to be gone in order to start serving God with my life.
He didn’t say any of these things. Eventually, I would learn them from others for whom today I’m exceedingly grateful. Now, the reason for sharing this story, sharing how I wish it would have gone with a wider audience, is for one reason: this very well may happen to you.
I don’t have any ill will towards the pastor. I don’t think he meant to come across as he did. I just think he didn’t know how to respond to my situation because maybe he had never had to deal with someone like me in his time as a clergyman.
But, we can’t say that now. We must be prepared, whether clergy or laity, for a time not so much if, but when, a friend or co-worker or family member asks hard questions related to the Christian religion and sexuality. These conversations can be difficult and awkward. Telling a person that they may never be able to have what they most deeply desire is always going to be hard. But remember, the gospel calls every person to sacrifice, even though every person sacrifices in a different way. It’s okay to share with tears and with emotion; such frank conversation can be incredibly hard to swallow even if you’re not the person having to hear it.
Regardless, I encourage you to search out the hard questions and answers related to sexuality so that when you are approached, you can share the love of Christ, along with the truth of the scriptures, as they relate to sexuality. Strive to not be caught unaware, or give such wrong answers, so that the already broken-hearted walk away and are led to more despair and to more questioning.
God is kind. He does love me. I’m not a mistake or an aberration. The fall has affected me and the gospel does lay demands on me—demands on what I can and cannot do with my sexuality. But my life is not defined by whether or not this ever goes away on this side of eternity; it’s defined by the fact that I have been bought with a price, and that whether it’s removed or not, I am His, and He is mine.
I wish I had known these things 20 years ago when a friend at church told me he was gay. We had a good talk. I don’t think I was mean spirited and I certainly didn’t react like this pastor did. But what I did say just wasn’t enough. It could have been so much better.
Thanks for sharing this. I’m sharing it out with as many friends as possible.
Thanks for sharing these thoughts! You know, I appreciate your story and your heart. I’m glad you found it helpful and hopefully your friends will as well so that we can create a more informed and encouraging church in this area! Thanks again!
Thanks for sharing this Garrett.
Your thoughts are much appreciated! I have never had a pastor be so blunt and insensitive as that pastor was to you but have received the “cold shoulder” on more than one occasion after opening up my heart. I am so glad that you persevered and eventually found others that helped your healing. Deano in Cincinnati
Thanks for taking the time and care to tell this story, one we all can learn from.
My pastor was so taken aback and useless that he gave me a book, which he wrapped in a brown paper back ‘so that people would not see’, like a bottle of alcohol. And that was not even in the US.
Could he have been protecting your privacy? We have a guy in our healthy sexuality class that puts paper over a small window in the door just because he doesn’t want people to see him in the class…granted, kind of silly.
This was at Crisis Magazine today:
My response to the click bait headline- neither is most heterosexuality. Most straights are really as bent as homosexuals. Sexuality is for procreation- for marriage between a man and a woman hoping to welcome children into the world. It isn’t for recreation, it isn’t for friendship, it isn’t for the release of tension, it isn’t even for romance. There are other activities you can do to achieve all of those things.
And the one thing I wish all of those of us ensnared in the destructive sexual revolution would here is: This is not the unforgivable sin. This is not unchangeable. All who repent will be forgiven. God loves everybody. I will not be used. And I will not, let you, use me.
Who is threatening to use you? Are you receiving rape threats? Are you in real bodily danger of someone physically using your body in any way against your will? Because unless that is the case I cannot for the life of me understand where this paranoia of people making different choices than yours with regards to their adult personal relationships comes from.
“I’ve always wondered, why didn’t he say things that were biblical? Things that were simultaneously holding up truth as well as love and reality and grace and words that imparted life.”
If he was non-Catholic then he was abiding the Bible. Your homosexuality, whether acted upon or not, is proof you are given over to a reprobate mind (Romans 1:26-32), at least according to the butcher and liar, “Saint” Paul. This makes you a hater of God and a lover of evil. Christians are not required to show love to enemies of God (Psalms 139:19-22). Quite the opposite, actually. They are called to hate us with “perfect hatred”.
Scary, but then we are talking about a God who needed to be reminded by a human (Abraham) not to destroy innocent people (Lot and his family) in Sodom and Gomorrah. A being of infinite power but extremely limited intellect and understanding, if we take the evangelical view of the Bible. Is being an enemy of such a childish, tyrannical being really such a bad thing?
Thank you for speaking out this truth to bring light to the ignorance of many people who have never experienced what it’s like to be in this struggle.
Garrett, In your conversation with this pastor, was there ever an opportunity to share your position, particularly what you say in the last paragraph of your post? Surely, he would have received it. Yes? Am I right? Or is it just wishful thinking on my part?
I am glad you finally came out of your dark place after that, still with an orthodox faith intact. But it grieves me that so many who experience what you did just stay in that dark place, or else they leave the faith, or they leave for a more revisionist church that does not bother with the demands of the Gospel. Sad. Very sad.
Thank you for your testimony.