I woke up at 5 AM to go to early morning prayer service. It wasn’t my idea.
Afterwards the pastor and his wife invited me to breakfast so I went and had some steak, eggs, hash brown, and toast at this Mexican restaurant.
He asked me what kind of woman I wanted to marry.
Moment of awkward silence.
The quiet, modest kind.
He has this fallacious idea that I’m a devout Christian, that I go to church every Sunday and tithe.
If he were to know I am gay, I don’t think it would register. He might try to pray it out of me.
I hate putting on this front, but I also don’t want late-night calls urging me to give up my sinful “lifestyle”.
I read in the Old Testament somewhere that all God wants is humility and faithfulness in His will. I’m not going to be the kind of Christian that forces his beliefs on everyone. I will try to live my life as best I can – helping the poor and the needy, praying for peace around the world, fighting social injustice. If anyone asks, I will tell them my beliefs.
The difference between evangelizing 2000 years ago and now is that everyone in the (Western) world has already heard of Jesus. We can’t force them to believe in someone when our actions are sometimes so reprehensible.