I met with the minister of the church I attended. I was not a member of the church. I knew nothing about him, other than that he preached to the text and that his sermons were conservative, thoughtful and tolerant.
I jumped right in:
“I am a lesbian.”
I had his attention. I told him my story:
I knew when I was an adolescent. I never acted on it.
I fought it by having sex with men. It disgusted me. I do not find men physically, emotionally or sexually attractive.
I needed to confront my self and my faith. I had the sense that I was wasting my humanity and betraying God’s image in me.
“I am not depressed or suicidal. But I am tired of struggling with myself.”
Of all the things I thought he might say, I wasn’t expecting what he did say:
“Do you think it would be a sin to act on it? Maybe we should look into that.”
I was nonplussed, and a little irritated:
“I won’t edit scripture to justify my inclinations.”
He was amused:
“I would never suggest that you – we – edit scripture. I suggest that we study scripture. Frankly, this has never come up in my ministry. You are the first person to walk in my office and say, ‘I am a homosexual.’ I have never seriously thought about it. I know what tradition says, but we Protestants reject the authority of tradition. I would be interested to know myself. Shall we find out together?”
So we did. And I was reconciled to my self and God.