The other day, I had an epiphany. Ironically, it came to me in an obvious place: a church. James and I hadn’t been to church in a while because our travel schedule doesn’t allow for it too often. Not to mention, I’m a firm believer you can commune at home with your friends or family, and still create fellowship. It doesn’t only need to come from a designated holy place.
Lured by the idea of a Pride Mass, and a show of support for a friend appearing in the band that night, we went to Grace Cathedral in San Francisco. To see the French Gothic structure alit with the colors of the pride flag was awe inspiring. The visual alone of two things that many would view as skewed opposites, took our breath away. The church and homosexuality haven’t always had the best of relationships.
In many ways, I am still ashamed to admit that I love God, or want to have a relationship with God when there are so many visible extremists who are using God’s name out of context to divide and sow hatred. This division and osmosis of resentment is nothing new. As an LGBTQ+ individual, I know it all too well from my past.
The sermon we witnessed was the best we have ever heard; James and I both agreed. A friendly face, full of activism & passion proudly stood there at the altar, and reminded me that God loves me and accepts me for who I am. Being there, on that hallowed ground helped me understand that I need not concern myself with people who disagree with the idea that someone like me should be allowed in the church at all. Those individuals, put simply, are humans who have distorted the purity and truth of what God’s love is.
I realized on that blustery evening my relationship is between myself and God, and that is all. Anyone else who feels differently should look into their own hearts first, and reexamine the clarity of their intentions: from God’s perspective. Perhaps they might have an epiphany, too.