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I could spin off in so many different directions in response to this ringing and provocative and affirming post. As a gay man who grew up the son of a Pentecostal minister/father and who spent the first three decades of my life hearing how ashamed I should be of who I was and how frightened I should be for my immortal soul, clearly--as you might guess--Pride has become a pivotal concept and a transforming shift in perspective and in how I live my life. And, to be honest, the parades and festivals, although important and cherished, haven't been nearly as transformational as just understanding that at the most basic level, 'pride' is simply the opposite of feeling ashamed and afraid. It was and is the soul-shattering notion that I am, in fact, innocent of the crimes or sins or failures which I and so many others have been accused of when we refuse to hide or apologize or deny who we are. And who we are is, very simply, the Sons (and Daughters) of God, welcome in God's Heaven and in the fellowship of his children, even if not in all the churches or other institutions who claim some sort of inside information about what He requires or demands or allows. Just a week ago I was privileged to sing with a men's choir at the Salt Lake City Pride festival. There was so much joy everywhere. So much acceptance of remarkable diversity. So much laughter and fun. Such an utter absence of judgment. Many would call me sacrilegious or even blasphemous but no one will ever convince me that God wasn't there, loving every single one of us--every single one of His children who were there to celebrate not being ashamed or guilty or wrong or rejected or condemned. Where else would He be? Thank you as always, Sean, for the Love of God that you extend to all of us who follow your journey.

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Heidi Durig Heiby's avatar

Thank you for this, Sean. So timely as insightful as always. I am currently dealing with family members who have disparaged a vacation I have just returned from because my family and I went to see the musical Cabaret on Broadway. We found it beautiful and moving in its way, of course. There were pages and pages of hateful messages from our conservative Christian family about the harmfulness and sinfulness of homosexuality. It was awful and is a constant for us. The battle I face is with myself. I am so angry and tired of this. Their attacks do not stop. Clearly, my husband, daughter, and I have left the church and truly seek to embrace everyone. We don't want to cut ties, literally, with all of our parents and my husband's siblings and families, but they are all in this camp. Sometimes I don't know what to do or how to handle this constant barrage of hatred on these types of topics. We have left the room at family gatherings when the sermons begin. It's difficult and upsetting. We love them. They are our family and all have wonderful traits and generally good hearts. But they won't stop. I am thinking more and more that the loving thing to do is to set clear boundaries with them about how they address our personal business, but it's very difficult. They become angry when we reject or ignore their hatred of others. I think they would ultimately choose us over their need to be "right." Continuing to endure abuse is not a solution at all. If they can't stop themselves from unsolicited opinions, walking/ staying away with love in our hearts may be our only choice.

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