Growing up in a Christian School made me quite misunderstood about Gay people. They basically tried to trigger my senses to immediately recognize Gay people as heathens that were the reason why Sodom and Gomorrah was burned to a crisp. So growing up through my high school years I felt that Gay people were going straight to hell, and were scum.

Then I started to question the doctrine. Not so much the acts of Gay people, but moreover the way the Christian church was treating gay people and how hypocritical they were about their stance of “sin”. So with that journey began my prayer life in the realms of understanding and it turns out that a 180 was in order.

I’m not sure when I fully understood the whole situation, but I factor in reading the book “Son of a Preacher Man” by Jim Bakker as one of the reasons why I began to see a bigger picture of gay culture and homosexuality in general. Not that I wanted to become one, or anything along those lines, but I realized that being a judgmental idiot was not going to help me understand my own faith nor was it going to make “christianity” look any better.

So I dropped my guard and began to converse with people that liked the same sex, and I began to embrace people for what they were and not judge at all. You’d be surprised how far that goes in the realms of “witness”. My goal was not to convert them to my way of thinking, but rather show them that as a Christian one can actually showcase the “love” that is spoken of in the Bible. That Love that is suppose to be with all those that follow Christ, and well, for some it was an abomination. Some just don’t like “christians” to hang out with non-christians and the bubble of following a religion begins to form and no one can really go outside of themselves to exhibit a “Christ-like” nature that they all pray for daily.

So with all that spiritual character building for myself, I bring you up to speed for Friday night. Friday Night I hung out with my wife and her coworkers who happen to be mostly gay. I had no pretenses and I actually got to meet some cool people, who were more interested in talking about movies, music, and other general things that I already talk about, and not the fact that I believe a certain way or am who I am for this or that. It was fun. It was nice to meet new people, and talk about things, and at the end of the night I realized more about my faith in general than I had done so in 10+ years of going to church.

There are arguments that arise and I’m certainly open to discussion, but overall I don’t feel that by condemnation anyone gets anywhere. In recent years I’ve been more open to different things, and have a compassion for the misfortune of certain ignorance, and well…I don’t really judge any more. I can’t. I’m not perfect, we have all fallen short…I just let it go. It’s not my place to bring a hammer, or a saw, my place is to exhibit a certain love that is unconditional.

This all is just random I’m sure, with holes in its argument. But I’m not trying to be the end all writer on the topic. I’m just throwing together a Pollock (you know the artist) style painting in words about my Friday night.