UPDATE: The legislature in Maine passed the Gay marriage bill May 6 and Gov. John Baldacci signed it. Whaddaya know, Democrats who act like Democrats. Hooray for Maine!
Richard Malone, Bishop of Portland, Maine.
I guess it’s no surprise, the Catholic Church hates Gay people, and calls us such charming phrases as “intrinsically disordered.”
In your being, you’re no good.
No surprise, Gay people hate the Catholic Church right back.
The state legislature in Maine is about to pass a Gay marriage bill, recommended forthrightly by the Episcopal Diocese. (Thank you, Bishop Lane.)
The official Catholic position is against the bill, and the bishop is paying lobbyists to fight it. No rights for queers!
Sure is good news, huh? Some kind of Gospel. Let’s all follow Jesus, that well-known Gay hater who never said a word about it.
Down is up and wrong is right. God is love but Jesus hates. Priests can never have sex, but meanwhile they’re abusing every child in sight.
How did the Church go so wrong? What can be done about it?
What does God really think about sex? Any kind of sex, not just my kind; whuzzup, God?
How can we tell people that Jesus is the incarnation of love when your alleged followers are so full of hate that they want to deny human rights to non-conformists? It doesn’t work. They don’t believe us.
To save their own skins they’re running as fast and as far away from the Catholic church as they can get.
How can we sing a new song in a foreign land?
St. Peter was married, but his alleged successor in Rome, who calls himself Pope, is the world’s leading crusader against sex.
Priests must never have sex. Of course they do it all the time like everyone else, but only in the closet.
It’s what my pal Leonardo calls the Land of Let’s Pretend.
What does God have to say? Everybody gather round, listen hard, keep still; maybe we’ll hear God’s little whisper.
Or maybe God’s shout; if I were the King of the Universe I’d be shouting about now.
What does God say?
“I love you just the way you are,” in your maleness, your femaleness, your queerness, your Straightness, doesn’t matter. “I love you just the way you are.”
“I love you.” Get used to it.
I am very, very proud of the Episcopal Bishop of Maine. He’s doing what he can to spread good news, and I love him for it.
I am equally ashamed of the Catholic Bishop of Portland, using church dollars in a hate campaign.
Here’s what’s going to happen, I think. The Maine Legislature will pass the bill. The governor may or may not sign it; he’s no friend of Gay people and he doesn’t know what to do. In fact he’s a minor player because even if the bill becomes law without his signature, the Catholics in Maine, along with all the other haters, will gather names on petitions to try to get a “people’s veto” to nullify the law.
Every dollar of that campaign is a dollar that doesn’t feed the hungry, but Catholics won’t care. They’ll tell themselves the Virgin Mary made ’em starve people to death to prevent same-sex marriage.
Every Gay person in Maine will run screaming out of their churches, Catholic, Protestant, Orthodox, Anglican, it won’t matter—ALL churches will be suspected.
Jesus will wonder what happened to his congregation. But then he’ll know, and he won’t be pleased.
The atheists will be; they love to poke fun at the comic-book God. And who can blame them, when the Catholic Church itself promotes a comic-book God?
This is the same church that has ruined its reputation in Europe, and it’s fast approaching here. No one goes to church in Europe anymore. All those cathedrals? Empty. Tourist attractions. “Remember when.”
Only when the Catholic Church is faced with imminent collapse—financially, nothing else will get their attention—will it decide, “Maybe priests can have sex after all. Maybe, in limited circumstances, with permission from the bureaucracy, at certain times, experimentally, every other Tuesday, maybe.”
Whereupon every priest in the world will petition the bureaucracy to get married, for it is better to marry than to burn, and better to have sex in the bedroom than the closet.
God made your gonads, and gave you raging hormones for a reason: sex is a little taste of heaven.
Humans are constantly misusing sex, but the impulse itself is divine.
God is love, and humans get to make love. See how this works?
God wants us to make love.
As Norman Pittenger said, there is sex that is good, better and best, and God wants us to do it the best way; but sex is good.
Which is why priestly celibacy is so destructive, stifling, even murderous. The Catholic Church is exactly wrong on every sexual issue. Completely, totally, dead wrong.
Gay marriage, like Straight marriage, is a holy, wonderful thing, a blessing, an act of God.
What is the distinguishing mark of holy matrimony? Two people stand up, in public, and promise to love each other. They say all this where everyone else can hear.
There is no other act like that. Promises made, given and received, in public, “I will love you forever.”
Let me end now with a personal note. I am finally working through, after five decades, my understanding of Gay love, sex and God. I have finally been given some integration of personality, spirituality and physicality. I am very grateful for this one-ing.
The universal Church teaches that God should be at the center of every marriage. But I didn’t know how that could happen; if I have lust for my husband (and I do, believe me), how can I love God more than Mr. Right? Does God demand that he get between us? What kind of God would do that?
But no, my thinking’s been all wrong. God is at the center of the one I love. I may or may not perceive God there, but in my loving, God’s right there.
The one I love is the one God loves. What I love about my man is what God loves about him too—so much, that God lives inside his body.
When I love my man’s body I’m doing just what God intends, for both of us. God so loves Derrick that God wants him made love to; and God so loves me that he gives me Derrick to love.
Thus if we are open to God at all, we cannot help but have a holy marriage. And this prefigures the bliss of heaven itself.
When we die our soul will be one’d with God. In the meantime, my body is one’d with Derrick’s. We use our bodies to one with each other in heart and mind and soul.
There is nothing greater than standing up in public and saying, in front of God ‘n’ everybody, “I will love you forever.”
And yes, maybe I lust after your body and yes, maybe I don’t; but regardless, “I will love you forever, because I see God in you.”
A public promise; a vow, a sacred thing.
Jesus loves it when people get married. He hopes and prays for the best, that everything works out; he knows it doesn’t always happen, but he prays and blesses our vowing.
He knows they’re going to go home and screw like rabbits, but that’s how God made ’em and it’s private, so let ’em go at it.
God made them to worship each other’s bodies, because that’s the closest we’ll ever come to knowing what real worship is.
Derrick isn’t God, but he’s real, real close. God loves it when people love each other.
By giving me Derrick, God develops my capacity to love. Marriage is the training ground for heaven.
Stupid Catholics; Episcopalians have more fun.
As for all the screaming people fleeing, look up; you’re running right past an Episcopal church, and the people inside are learning at last to be students of loving. A few of them, like Stephen Lane, are getting pretty good at it.
From Episcopal Life Online:
Lane said that the church “long ago, concluded and publicly proclaimed through its own legislative body that gay and lesbian persons are children of God and, by baptism, full members of the church.
“We have also concluded that sexual orientation, in and of itself, is no bar to holding any office or ministry in the church, as long as the particular requirements of that office or ministry are met,” he added. “And we have repeatedly affirmed our support for the human and civil rights of gay, lesbian, bi-sexual and transgendered persons. In many of our congregations, both here in Maine and around the country, faithful same sex couples and their families are participating in the life of the church and sharing in the work of ministry and service to their communities.”
That’s the Jesus I know, and proclaim, and defend, and love, because he first loved me.++