Following BlogHer 13, I am hoping to be more open and honest with my posts. A few months ago, after Pride, I chose to write this post and put it up on my BlogHer profile instead of here “in public”. Several people read it over there, but I feel compelled to write it here, too.
Would you believe that I had to spend ten minutes of my busy day today writing a Facebook message to an acquaintance about why I’m an ally of the LGBTQ community. Why did I do it? Because I was sent a message asking if my sister-in-law was gay and questioning my (Christian) faith. Sorry, folks, but I’m an Ally and I know it.
You’d wonder why I am letting this go any further, moving beyond the message and on to the internet. I am doing it because I am not sure I am really living in 2013 anymore. (Am I?) Surely I cannot be living in a world where I have to defend posting photos of attending (gay) Pride Pittsburgh with my husband, kids, friend, and sister-in-law while at the same time being a Christian.
As I explained in my message, I was raised a daughter of a United Methodist minister. I believe in Jesus, and I am 100% certain the Bible says that the only person who will judge me is God Himself. I shouldn’t have to answer to other’s questions about my faith or why I would support and love someone who doesn’t believe in what other Christians do. But I have to ask—is judging, discluding, and attacking others a good Christian thing to do? Not in my mind.
In my thoughts, I explained that I didn’t really see it as any different from someone supporting interracial marriage. Not that many years ago, people saw what love Greg and I have as a sin. Knowing the fight and how far we’ve come, and how far we’ve yet to come, I can’t help but hope my loved ones will have what we have one day soon.
Tonight, I stand proud to be an Ally. I am proud that I stood beside my sister-in-law and followed my church’s beliefs of ‘Open Hearts, Open Minds, and Open Doors’. I am proud for those who fight for equality. I am going to continue to support and to raise children who love all, without walls, blind to hate. That’s what Allies do.
And if that means posting photos like this on my Facebook wall, my private “you don’t have to see my posts or be my friend” wall? That’s what that means. I’m an Ally and I know it.