Monday, September 5, 2016

Loving Myself as a Celibate Gay Christian (Part 1).

I've always hated this video. 


My parents have a cabinet in their house filled with old VHS tapes. Most of them are movies recorded off the Disney Channel from the early 1990s, but many of them are home videos...of me...usually being very dramatic. As a kid, I loved to perform. Many of these tapes have always been difficult for me to watch without cringing, but there was always one in particular that stood out from the rest. It was the video marked "Sound of Music Concert."

I discovered "The Sound of Music" when I was in 2nd grade, and it quickly became my favorite movie (at least until I discovered Star Wars a couple years later). I was obsessed. It wasn't long before I had the entire soundtrack committed to memory. This was before I had a CD player, so my only exposure to the music was our scratchy, recorded VHS copy--which I watched over and over again. Before long, the performance bug got a hold of me, and I prepared a "Sound of Music" concert for my parents…with some hits from "Mary Poppins" and "The King & I" thrown in for good measure. As I say in the video, “that sounds complicated, but it really isn’t.”

The performance goes on for quite a while. It features me in a hooded sweatshirt--pretending to be nun—as well as a particularly schmaltzy falsetto during "Sixteen Going on Seventeen." When I dug out the tape back in December, it was probably only the third or fourth time I'd watched it. This video has always caused deep shame for me. It was a distillation of everything from my childhood that I wanted to forget as I grew older. I wanted to distance myself from this effusive child, to claim I didn't know him. I didn't want to believe that this awkward little kid belting out Rodgers & Hammerstein was really me. I was afraid he was still hiding somewhere inside me, waiting to leap out and expose my shame to the world. I was afraid he would rip apart the guise of “normalcy” and traditional masculinity that I’d been crafting for myself for years.

I was afraid of being different. 


8th Grade Talent Show
"How Do You Solves a Problem
Like Maria?"
When I first began telling people that I was attracted to other guys a few years ago, I was terrified they might start thinking of me as, well...gay. I couldn't handle that prospect---that I might somehow fit "the stereotype,” that other men might somehow see me as “less than” or “other.” I'd spent more than a decade trying to distance myself from this kid who was so very different from all the other boys...this kid who had the audacity to get as fired up about musical theater as the other boys did about Power Rangers. I couldn't deal with the facial expression of someone who might now see this video and think, "Ah yes. This all makes sense." I couldn't deal with the fact that, no matter how hard I tried to mask it, I might still today be very different from the other guys. While they're all still arguing on the outdoor basketball court about who gets to be Michael Jordan, I might still be on the other side of the schoolyard, hopping from root to root, pretending to be Maria Von Trapp. 

Sure, things are different now. Far from the little boy singing "How Do You Solve a Problem Like Maria" by himself at the school lunch tables, I'm now a 28-year-old man. In a matter of months, I'll have a master’s degree. I have friends. I have a sense of purpose here on this earth. I'm still shrinkingly insecure in many ways, but I have an inner sense of peace and confidence that can only be explained by the transforming work of the Holy Spirit. Instead of suppressing my feelings—afraid of rejection and condemnation—I’m sharing my story publicly. I'm writing and speaking about my experience as a gay Christian man who fully embraces the goodness and beauty of traditional, biblical sexual ethic—even though it means I'm probably never getting married. There is plenty of struggle and inner-turmoil in my life (I'm a millennial and an INFJ, what do you expect?), but overall, I'm in a very good place.  

Not everyone is so sure I’m in a good place, though... 


If only there was a blue ribbon awarded at Field Day for
making rooster shadows on the ground...
I’ve often heard the accusation that LGBT Christians who don’t affirm same-sex marriage must really be self-loathing, deep down. Just within the past couple weeks, folks on social media have accused me of suffering from "internalized homophobia" and being "anti-gay,” because I hold and promote a different view of sexual ethics than they do.

Most of the time, my first reaction to these accusations is to laugh. It all seems so ridiculous! Really? Me, homophobic and anti-gay? Earlier this summer, an ordained pastor in my denomination made a stunning assertion about me on Facebook. "Thanks to you," he wrote, "the acceptance of homosexuality has now entered the PCA." Within the past couple days, this same pastor claimed I was “proud and unrepentant” of my same-sex desires, referring to me as “A man who does not struggle with his homosexual desires and thoughts. But embraces it.” Something simply doesn’t add up here.

My next reaction, usually, is to get angry. How dare these people make such assumptions about me without ever even meeting me in person! How dare these people claim that I'm homophobic or self-loathing simply because I believe the Bible authoritatively says what most Christians throughout history have believed it to say! Even when I manage to let these accusations go without response--or when I'm able to respond with grace rather than snark and self-righteous fury--the accusations remain. They haunt me. They float around my head, asking that cold and terrifying question...do I actually hate myself? 

As much as I want to answer "NO" to that question, I'm more interested in answering honestly. It's a valid question…and I believe it’s a vitally important question. This is one thing that the "affirming" camp gets absolutely right: far too many evangelical kids grow up believing that it's a sin to like themselves. Whether or not they hear it taught explicitly from the pulpit, these kids grow up believing that humility means having a low opinion of oneself and that self-deprecation is a virtue. This is not true. This is a perversion of the gospel. 

Constantly putting yourself down or identifying yourself as "a wretched sinner saved by grace" may sound pious and humble, but in reality, this misses the whole point of the biblical narrative. When you demean and put yourself down, you dishonor the Creator whose image you bear. You deny glory to the Savior who died not only to redeem you, but also to restore you! If you are in Christ, your primary identity is no longer "a wretched sinner saved by grace." Do you still sin? Absolutely. Were you saved by grace? Yes! We depend on his grace day-by-day, and we best not forget it! But if we are in Christ, then our primary identity is "a new creation." 

We need to learn how to love ourselves well. 


4th Grade Talent Show
"Star Wars Impressions"

By "love ourselves," I do not mean indulge ourselves, fixate on ourselves, or think more highly of ourselves than we ought. I certainly don’t mean justify ourselves when we sin. When we speak of love in other contexts, we speak of love that sees the good, the bad, and the ugly in its object while choosing to keep loving. We speak of love that challenges as well as affirms, that seeks the best outcome for the one who is loved, even if that outcome is difficult.

As Christians, we're called to seek the good of others before we seek our own, but that does not preclude us from seeking our own good at all! Jesus tells to love our neighbors as we love ourselves, not to love our neighbors instead of loving ourselves. Indeed, if we cannot learn to love ourselves as Jesus loves us, we’ll never learn to love our neighbors as Jesus loves them. Learning to love ourselves means learning to see ourselves the way God sees us...and believing what God says is true about us. If we learn to see ourselves as the glorious new creations in Christ that God sees, we will be that much more motivated to ruthlessly fight the sin that seeks our destruction as well as the shame that seeks our defeat.

So how does this relate back to that little boy in the video? If I’m honest, I have to admit that, yes, I have struggled a lot with self-loathing throughout my life. The shame that this video has produced in me growing up should be evidence enough, but there is certainly a wealth of additional evidence that I’d rather not share on my blog. I have loathed myself simply for being different. I have loathed myself simply for being gay. This is important, because I can’t claim that I actually love myself as Jesus loves me today if I can’t learn to love myself as Jesus loved me back then. I also can’t claim to love myself now if I loathe something so deeply engrained in who I am as my sexuality, if I loathe the way I notice and appreciate the multi-faceted beauty of my fellow image-bearers. 

In my next post, I’ll continue exploring what it means for us to love ourselves well, to love ourselves as Jesus loves us. And specifically, I’ll look at what it means for me, as a celibate gay Christian, to love myself. How do I love myself, my whole self, without loving my sin? How do I love myself, my whole self, without hating my sexuality?

Wednesday, May 4, 2016

Confessions of a GOP-Attracted Christian.

Election Day 2004

I'll be honest. Young Stephen never saw this coming.


The party conventions are right around the corner, and I still haven't decided who I'll be voting for in this year's Presidential election. I'm still trying to decide whether I should vote at all, although I'm pretty sure that I will. I do know, without a single cloud of doubt in my mind, that I will not be voting for Mr. Donald J. Trump. This was not a political decision for me, but rather, an inescapably moral one.

For most of my life, I've viewed the Republican Party as the best political representation of my beliefs and values. In the 10 years that I've been able to vote, I have consistently voted for Republican candidates, at all levels of government, and in my younger years, I even campaigned for a few of them. Even if I wouldn't have said so out loud, I believed this was my duty as a good Christian and patriotic American. Although I have a great deal of appreciation and respect for President Obama (respect that has actually grown over the last 8 years), I didn't vote for him in either election. It never even crossed my mind. I've often had significant disagreements and differences with Republicans (as will always be the case with any party), and as the GOP has become more and more characterized in recent years by the voices of anger and the politics of fear, my misgivings have only deepened. However, with each passing election, I have decided again and again that the Republican candidate--despite those misgivings--was a better option for my vote than his or her rival.

This is no longer the case. 


I can go no further. I will not be voting for the Republican nominee this November, and neither will I be voting for any Republican candidate (now or in the future) who decides that party loyalty, political opportunism, or even mere self-preservation are more important than doing what is right. If saving the Republican party means uniting behind a vulgar, self-obsessed, misogynistic, dishonest, unkind, unstable, fear-mongering demagogue like Donald Trump, I do not believe the Republican party is worth saving.

So am I switching my affiliation? If so, to which party? There are many faithful Christians whom I love and respect who belong to the Republican party...and there are many who belong to the Democratic party. There are also many who don't belong to any party. If I'm not voting for Trump, who will I vote for? Or will I even vote at all? There are many faithful Christians whom I love and respect who will vote for Hillary, many who will vote for Trump, many who will vote for a 3rd-party candidate, and many who will abstain from voting this year altogether. Again, beyond not voting for Trump, right now I just don't know. And either way, I'm pretty sure I won't be sharing my decision publicly.

Here's what I do know.


I am unabashedly pro-life. While I do believe that all lives matter, I am particularly concerned about those lives which tend to be the most marginalized, the most maligned, and/or the least protected.

Unborn lives matter. Women's lives matter. Black lives matter. Undocumented immigrant lives matter. Documented immigrant lives matter. Refugee lives matter. Veteran lives matter. Mentally-ill lives matter. Physically-disabled and cognitively-impaired lives matter. Muslim lives matter. Native-American lives matter. Unemployed and underemployed lives matter. Convicted felon lives matter. LGBTQ lives matter. The list could go on.

The point is that, yes, all lives do matter...but some lives have had to fight harder to matter in America than other lives. As a Christian who is pro-life, I am far less concerned about which political party is in power, and I am far more concerned about electing leaders who are committed to ensuring that all lives--not just the wealthy, powerful, educated, visible, or majority-culture lives--are treated justly, given the opportunity to flourish, and viewed with the same dignity and sanctity and worth by the United States...the same dignity, sanctity, and worth that are inherent to all image-bearers of God. I may be wary of "big government," but I'm equally wary of "big business." Power and Profits are both poor masters, and great evil has been perpetrated by each. As concerned as I am by the Right's politics of fear and anger, I am also concerned by the Left's tendency to silence and marginalize voices that they don't like. Racism and police brutality are great evils in our society, and so is abortion-on-demand. As a Christian who is pro-life, I am uncomfortable identifying myself with either major party. Both Republicans and Democrats, it seems, tend to value certain lives more than others. 

I am a Christian. I follow Christ, who was more conservative than the Conservatives and more progressive than the Progressives, who defied all human political categorization. My allegiance is not to the Republican Party. My allegiance is not to the Democratic Party...or any other party. My allegiance is to God, the giver and sustainer of all life.

I am unabashedly pro-life.

I will vote accordingly.

#NeverTrump