Friday, February 27, 2009

The Rent Quonundrum, Part II

(Information update: Paul has informed me that at the performance of Rent for which he has already purchased tickets, Anthony Rapp and Adam Pascal will reprise their roles as the original Mark and Roger, respectively. This is no small event in the world of musical theater. Paul describes it as "pretty epic.")

After I signed off, and shut down my computer for the night, I began praying for Paul. Specifically I prayed that he would have the courage to do whatever he thought was wisest, and that he would be obedient to what the Lord wanted of him, not simply what he wanted for himself. I thanked God for the opportunity to be an influence in Paul's life, and for the chance to be a dissenting voice against the a priori assumptions of my former colleagues, who may have been well-meaning, but were also overstepping important bounds. (At no time did I say "Please, eternal God, give Paul the good sense to watch lesbians and gays sing lustily as they writhe around suggestively under a bed sheet,"* though the thought did cross my mind.)

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Thursday, February 26, 2009

The Rent Quonundrum, Part I

Some background: In college, I attended what is easily one of the most conservative churches in the U.S., and was part of the associated college fellowship on my campus. I currently work in the high school ministry of my church. Now, several of the graduated high schoolers whom I mentored attend the same college and fellowship group.

While there is certainly much to be praised about this fellowship (excellent teaching, reverence for God's Word, deft administration), it has a not undeserved reputation for "legalism," a term that in modern Christian parlance connotes several things: 1. A tendency to add and enforce extra-biblical requirements on Christians; 2. a expectation that other Christians hold and live by the same personal convictions; 3. (in extreme cases) a proclivity for judging people's salvation based on these extra biblical beliefs.

What follows is an online conversation between me and Paul, one of the young men from my church who now attends this particular group.

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Wednesday, February 25, 2009

I shall not envy lovers

I shall not envy lovers
But long for what they share.
--Aida, Elton John's Aida
[Is it significant that when titling this entry, I thought of an allusion to a piece by one of the most conspicuously gay entertainers? Perhaps not; I recognized this queer connection only later. Still, I think it's worth noting. And now it's been noted.]

Today when several of my colleagues and I were en route for our daily dose of caffeination, Rick and Aurora were walking ahead of me. Since their relationship isn't yet public knowledge, they refrain from all real signs of affection in public. Still, even without hand-holding, a peck on the cheek, or even an exchange of knowing glances, the sight of their walking side-by-side was enough to reawaken a long-felt, often-suppressed longing.

Why can't I have that? Where is my Rick? Where is my Aurora? The familiar monologue, usually too whiny even for me, today seemed to merit real sympathy. This image of their synchronous steps as he leaned over and placed a delicate message in her ear--this planted a seed in me.

...a seed that germinated during my evening writing class. "Write about something of which you have a strong memory, but without telling me how you feel about it. Use no words of judgment." Foolishly, I picked the memory of a beautiful young man I saw once in a gay bathhouse in Korea: sad, dark eyes like pools of midnight; smooth, tanned skin, full lips. I remembered how much I desired him, how he let me sit next to him and brush his leg with my toes, how I will never enter a real relationship with him, or any other man.

And I knew that I couldn't write about any of that, unless I were willing to bawl in front of my classmates, which I decidedly was not. So instead I sat while from everyone else, memories flowed from mind, to hand, to paper.

After class, I escaped to the restroom to collect myself. Miraculously, the stall was like my phone booth: entered a emotionally pathetic Clark Kent, and emerged Superman, unfazed by the incident.

Later in the evening, I recounted this series of events to my (Christian) friend, Patricia. After a couple failed attempts at wise counsel, she came up with the following:

"A dating or marriage relationship will not solve your problems, nor will it fill the void you have in your life. I recently talked to a woman who was hoping a husband would bring her happiness, but once she got married, she realized this wasn't the case. She said she was still lonely, even with a great husband. You need to find the things you're looking for in Christ first, because if you don't, you won't be satisfied no matter what other things you add in your life."

Sigh. And how long will it take to find full satisfaction in Christ? I think it's gonna be a long, long time.

Monday, February 23, 2009

Mismatched

Many things in life are simply not designed to work together: black shoes with brown belts; the Christian faith and homosexuality; Mariah Carey’s marriage to Tommy Mottola, 21 years her senior; Mariah Carey’s marriage to Nick Cannon, 10 years her junior. My adult life has been defined by one of those mismatched pairings; guess which one. (Hint: Mariah Carey knows better than to wear incompatible accessories.)

After a healthful serving of deliberation, followed by some unhealthful indolence, and a dash of apathy, I finally mustered the courage and willpower to blog about the twin pillars that hold my life up--and at times, collide with each other, burying me in their wreckage.

A warning to all readers, Christian, gay, queer, all-of-the-above, none-of-the above: this is the story of my bifurcated life, and mine only. I do not pretend to speak for other believers, other homosexuals, or those simultaneously blessed and cursed enough to find themselves in situations similar to mine. With that in mind, happy reading, and thank you for journeying along with me through this blog.


PS: Perhaps some of you are thinking, "Hey, Mariah and Nick are still married! They still have a chance to make it work." Hey, I believe in miracles as much as the next evangelical, but let's not expect too much of the Almighty.