Gay

One of these things is not like the other…

/ Lesa / 6 Comments

Disclaimer:  I got permission to share what is in this post.

I was awakened by the telephone ringing.  I opened one eye and looked at the clock.  4am.  I knew who it is was, or so I thought.  There was only one person that would be calling me in the middle of the night…my sister.  I picked up the phone and said hello dreading what I was going to hear from the other end.  I had been here many times before.  A male voice asked if I was Lesa Schepers.  My heart quickened as it was not who I expected.  “Mrs. Schepers, I’m officer ____ and I am here with your sister.  We need you to come to your parent’s house.”

The police officer explained that my sister called 911 and was threatening to take her life.  He said that she was drunk.  They confiscated all of the alcohol that was in the house and told me that I needed to come get her.  It was New Year’s Eve a year after my mom died and my dad wasn’t home.  I told them I was on my way.  I hung up the phone and explained to my husband what was going on.  He was not happy that I would be traveling an hour in the middle of the night…especially a night that there was a high incidence of drunk driving.  At the time, I didn’t realize I could say no to the officer.  I thought I had to go.  So I left my two babies, aged 4 and almost 3, my angry husband, and I drove to my parent’s house.

To say that my sister was drunk was an understatement.  When the police officers left her (they did not wait for me to get there), she proceeded to drink all of the cough medicine that was in the house.  I got there at 5:30am and after chatting with her for about an hour I decided that I would try to get her into rehab.  I brought her to my house where I could do some research with her insurance company and they found a place near my house.  It was approaching evening by the time we got there and she had not completely sobered up yet.

We walked into the facility and they took her into a room to chat with her and go over her insurance.  I was sitting in the lobby when suddenly a very angry young woman (a resident at the rehab) came up to the Christmas tree, knocked it over, and stomped on every glass ornament that was on the tree breaking them.  She was upset that she wasn’t going home for a visit that she felt she should be allowed to do.  I sat there contemplating if I was doing the right thing.  I felt guilty…wondering if my mom would agree with me pushing my sister to do this.  I had always been my sister’s protector and this place didn’t seem very safe so far.  Someone from the office came out and escorted me to another room so that they could clean up the mess.  In that room, residents were sneaking back into the facility through the window. Needless to say, it was quite the adventure.  I was definitely rethinking this particular place for my sister.  Turns out her insurance wouldn’t pay for the stay after all and I left bringing her with me.

I would like to say that things got better after that, but sadly they got much worse.

So why do I bring this up?  I’ve heard it mentioned many times from Christians that they believe being gay is like being an alcoholic.  I don’t quite understand that logic.  Alcoholism is a disease.  A person’s sexuality is not a disease.  A person can choose to take a drink, but a gay person can’t choose their sexuality.  Not like the otherAlcoholism destroys lives.  I’ve seen it first hand.  I’ve shared this story because I have been in the trenches of addiction with someone.  It is ugly and it ravages lives.  It makes the person addicted very selfish.  Their alcoholism can also be destructive to their family and anyone who loves them.  A person who is an alcoholic eventually learns that the alcohol is their enemy.  If they take the steps to stop drinking, their lives change for the better. They are able to bear good fruit. Asking someone who is gay to give up their sexuality does the opposite of what happens when an alcoholic stops drinking. It causes them to hate their sexuality and since sexuality is a part of who they are…they end up hating themselves.  This often causes depression and unfortunately thoughts of suicide for many.  It’s a very different picture from a recovering alcoholic.  I guess some would argue that a gay person accepting their sexuality and acting on it causes destruction in their lives, but that is a conversation for another time (smile).

Remember to love each other…because love matters.

Peep!…

/ Lesa / 6 Comments

Growing up I was in charge of watching my little sister after school until my parents got home from work.  Every day I would meet up with her and we would walk to the bus stop together.  On one particular day, we had quite the adventure.  I had forgotten the house key and we had to wait on our front porch for our dad to get home.  It really wasn’t a big deal as it was a nice day and we only had to wait about an hour for him.  We were relaxing on our porch swing when  a girl around my age came walking up the street and started a conversation with us.  I was 13 at the time and my sister was 8.

At first the conversation was harmless.  I had no idea who she was, but she said that she lived one block over from our street. During the conversation, the girl started to get agitated.  I have no idea why.  As things started to get heated, my sister slowly moved and hid behind me. The girl chickproceeded to get more and more angry and then  she did something really weird…she opened our mailbox and started to go through our mail!  At that point, I was done with this conversation and told her she needed to move along…and leave our mail alone.  She started to come up our porch steps and got in my face a bit…which really freaked out my sister.  I made sure she stayed behind me and told the girl she needed to leave our property.  She gave me a bit of a fit, but finally started to back down.  As she reached the final step, she turned around and announced that she was leaving now, but if she heard one “peep” out of us we were going to “get it.”

Well…if you know me personally, you know that this did not fly.  I get a little defiant if someone tells me not to do something the way this girl did.  I guess it’s because I’m small and people would try to push me around because of it.  I waited until she got down the sidewalk…almost out of sight behind a row of bushes…and said “pppeeeeppp!”  I couldn’t resist.  I thought my sister was going to faint.  The girl came stomping back to us.  I honestly can’t remember what happened next.  I was busy reassuring my sister who was pretty much hyperventilating at this point.  Good times (smile).  I can tell you that it ended peacefully though.

Telling me what to do didn’t always go well…at least coming from a peer.  My defiant streak would come out.  Defiance…a refusal to obey something or someone.  I’ve had some conversations with people who think LGBTQ people are defiant.  They think LGBTQ people just want to do what they want regardless of consequences and without taking into account what the Bible has to say about it.  This frustrates me.  I don’t think it is right to judge what people’s motives are when you don’t know where they are coming from.   The people who have had these conversations with me don’t even know someone who is gay, yet they’ve made the decision that LGBTQ people don’t care what God says about this issue.  This needs to change.  So let’s turn the tables for a moment…

We all know the Bible states many things that are sins.  Let’s pretend for a moment that homosexuality does not exist and let’s put the spotlight on gluttony.

Webster says that gluttony is:
Excess in eating or drinking

These are some of the things the Bible says about gluttony:

Proverbs 23:2 (NIV)
Put a knife to your throat if your are given to gluttony.

Proverbs 23:20-21 (NIV)
Do not join those who drink too much wine or gorge themselves on meat, for drunkards and gluttons become poor, and drowsiness clothes them in rags.

Proverbs 28:7 (NIV)
He who keeps the law is a discerning son, but a companion of gluttons disgraces his father. 

I would say these are some pretty strong statements.  Wouldn’t you?  If the church treated gluttonous people the way some treat the LGBTQ community, it might look something like this:

* You go into a church for the first time, and you find a seat in one of the pews.  It doesn’t take long before an usher approaches you and taps you on the shoulder and says, “I’m sorry, but we don’t allow your kind here.  I mean, if we allow you to stay, people may think that we are OK with it.  If word gets out that we are OK with you attending, others may come as well.  So, we are going to have to ask you to leave.”

* Or maybe the church is very welcoming to you when you arrive.  When the call to communion comes, you leave your seat to join the communion table, but as you approach an usher comes up to you and says that you can’t take communion until you “become right with God”  He explains that it is obvious to him that because you are gluttonous, you  do not have enough self-control, haven’t prayed enough, and don’t trust God enough at this time in your life.  You can enjoy the service, but no communion for you.

* You’ve attended a church for a few months and decide that you would like to become a member and maybe even start a ministry where you see the church has an opening for one.  You are politely told that once you get control of your gluttony they would be happy to welcome you as a member and allow you to be a leader of a ministry.

* What if it’s your child?  They hear that there is a fun youth event happening and they want to go and check it out.  When they get there they are turned away because the leaders don’t want them influencing the other youth to be gluttonous.

Over and over again you are told “The Bible says…., the Bible says….the Bible says…”  Not once in any of these scenarios has anyone taken the time to get to know you.  They just assume that you can’t control yourself.  I don’t think you would feel very good about God’s people if this happened to you over and over again.  Sadly, it may even change the way you feel about God.

I didn’t come up with these scenarios.  They have happened.  But not to gluttonous people, it’s happened to LGBTQ people.  And they are repeatedly told they are unwelcome, not good enough, and their Christianity is questioned.  We need to make sure this group of people are no longer marginalized.

Disclaimer:

I didn’t want to write this post.  In fact, I have been procrastinating about if for over a year now.  It’s one of the very first “themes” that I felt like God wanted me to write about to help tell our story.  I fought Him on it…for a long time.  I didn’t want to hurt anyone’s feelings.  I didn’t want to make anyone feel uncomfortable.  I knew I would be stepping on some toes.  I even went as far as writing  a few themes on pieces of paper and drawing one out of a cup.  Yep, it was this one.  I really tried hard not to write it.  I don’t for one second feel like God wanted to pick on any one group of people.  I think what God might be getting at is asking us to put ourselves in someone else’s shoes.  We are not here to be judge and jury for other people. There are many strong statements in the Bible.  My question is this:

Who is going to be in charge of which verses we pick to judge others?

The Bible does, after all, have verses that speak against gluttony.  But it is ridiculous to think that we would turn people away, or penalize them in Church because they are gluttonous, yet this happens often to LGBTQ people and their families.

Any way…I did it.  Not sure why I was supposed to, but maybe He will leave me alone about it now…or maybe not (smile).

One thing I do know for sure…we are called to love each other…because love matters.

Get out of here you monkeys!…

/ Lesa / 10 Comments

When I was a little girl, I watched the Wizard of Oz at my cousin’s house.  It practically scarred me for life!  It wasn’t the wicked witch that did it either.  It was those darn monkeys!  Oh my goodness they scared the bajeebies out of me.  Let’s face it, they were horrifying, and my poor parents paid the price.  I was terrified to go to bed.  I just knew those monkeys were going to come out at night and get me.  For whatever reason, I thought they lived in my closet.  So every night when it came to bedtime, I would cry and get hysterical about the monkeys in my closet.  My mommonkeys would open the closet and show me that there weren’t any monkeys in there, but it didn’t matter.  In my mind, they were going to magically appear just as I fell asleep.  What’s a parent to do?  You get “monkey spray”…of course. My mom got a can of Lysol and proclaimed that it was monkey spray.  All the monkeys hated this spray and it made them go away. And so it began, the nightly ritual of spraying away the monkeys.  My mom would open the closet and exclaim, “Get out of here you monkeys!” as she sprayed the can of Lysol.  And I bought it…hook, line, and sinker. Genius! And…I had the most germ free closet in America (smile).

Now why did the “monkey spray” work?  Maybe in my mind I really thought that it killed monkeys.  But I think it had more to do with the trust I had in my mom.  I knew that she loved me and would protect me no matter what…even if it meant fighting terrifying monkeys.  If she said that the spray made them go away, then of course I believed her.

We are in the middle of a series at church on faith.  In looking at the series, I noticed that one of the week’s topics was “What do you do when your faith is tested?”  I’ve been pondering that idea because I feel that my faith has been tested on different occasions.  I came to the conclusion that for me faith is really a matter of trust.  Do I trust that God is going to do the things that He says He is going to do?

I was given a gift by God when my mom died that helped to build this trust with Him.  At her funeral, when I felt like I was going to just lose it, I prayed and told God I couldn’t do it alone.  I needed Him to take over for me….and He did.  I felt such a sense of peace that it actually felt like the stress and anxiety were literally being sucked out of my chest.  It was in that moment that I knew for sure that God was real.  He wanted to take my burden, and He did so in a big way.  That gift has helped me through many difficult times in my life since then.  I trusted Him…until one fateful day.

I’ve shared before that when I learned my son was gay I heard God clearly say that it was going to be ok.  I took that to mean that we would discover why this had happened and we would “fix” it.  I was led to believe that it could happen.  I went to places on the internet like Focus on the Family, Family Life Today, and Exodus and read story after story about how people had changed their sexual orientation.  I prayed every day for God to help my son discover why this had happened to him so that he could also have that change.  It is what my son prayed for as well.  As the weeks, months, and eventual years passed, I started to lose my trust in God.  I put Him in a tiny little box and kept Him at arm’s length.  Was He the God that I had believed Him to be?  Why was this happening?  I got to the point that I was afraid to read my Bible because I was scared of what I was going to find, and when I did read it verses like this just led to more confusion:

Matthew 21:21-22
Then Jesus told them, “I tell you the truth, if you have faith and don’t doubt, you can do things like this and much more.  You can even say to this mountain, ‘May you be lifted up and thrown into the sea,’ and it will happen.  You can pray for anything, and if you have faith, you will receive it.”

140316133840-largeI did have faith.  I trusted that God would listen to and answer my prayers.  But my trust was fading.  I truly believed that God could do anything (I still do).  I still prayed, but the prayers felt forced.  The Bible tells us that when we don’t have the words to pray, the Holy Spirit will pray the words for us.  I had run out of words so I knew that the Holy Spirit had taken over.  Surely he would know what to pray to make God move in this area.  The change never came.  So, I had to take a look at that.  If this was something that God “hated” so much, why wasn’t He helping my son?  My son was willing, asking for help, but nothing changed.  Why?

Throughout this journey, God was speaking to me.  I just wasn’t listening. Instead, I was listening to people.  It took a lot of time…years even…for me to realize that it wasn’t God that I had lost faith in…I had lost faith in God’s people. Those stories I had read about change turned out to be untrue.  The change that people professed was false.  I can’t tell you how damaging that was to not only me, but to so many others.  I wasted so many years believing that lie and blaming myself for it not happening in my family.

I decided to let God out of the box I had put Him in.  I had to remember that His ways are not my ways.  I was hearing from Him all along.  He was telling me that it was ok to love my son.  He was telling me that He loved Him too. He told me to stop listening to people and focus on Him.  It was hard…it still is some days.  Through this journey I have met so many people who have had horrible experiences at the hands of God’s people.  I know a woman who was told that God gave her a very serious illness because she didn’t kick her gay child out of her home.  I know a family that was banned from their church because they support their gay daughter.  I know families that are torn in half because family members believe that by supporting their gay child they are leading them straight into hell.  And others feel the need to constantly quote Bible verses to us…a common one being this:

2 Timothy 4:3
For a time is coming when people will no longer listen to sound and wholesome teaching.  They will follow their own desires and will look for teachers who will tell them whatever their itching ears want to hear.

I’m learning to silence the voices of people and listen for the voice of God. Getting rid of the monkeys (smile).  It is challenging at times.  But I want to fight the good fight, run a good race, and I want to keep the faith.

I love this quote:

A true faith in Jesus Christ will not suffer us to be idle.  No, it is an active, lively, restless principle; it fills the heart, so that it cannot be easy till it is doing something for Jesus Christ – George Whitefield

The heart cannot be easy till it is doing something for Christ.  God has given me a strong desire to help families who are on this same journey.  It is so isolating and painful.  He has also given me a passion for the children who are kicked out of their homes.  I don’t know where it’s going to take me, but I am open to His leading.

I found this quote from John Ortberg this week and I absolutely love it:

“In a contagious world, we learn to keep our distance. If we get too close to those who are suffering, we might get infected by their pain. It may not be convenient or comfortable. But only when you get close enough to catch their hurt will they be close enough to catch your love” ~ John Ortberg

Oh Lord…may I get close enough to another’s hurt so that they catch my love….because love matters.

Trust-building-blocks

 

 

No regrets…

/ Lesa / 8 Comments
Me and Mom

Me and Mom

Growing up, I had a friend that had a very volatile relationship with her mother. There were many times I was uncomfortable being in their home because they would be screaming at each other. I never understood it.  I didn’t have that kind of relationship with my mom.  I never once raised my voice to her.  And I’m so glad because she died very suddenly (you can read about it in my post “I will see you again”).  Even though I never fought with my mom, there were times when she would do something I didn’t like and I would think things in my head that I would like to say, but didn’t.  I’m so thankful I kept it to myself.  I regretted every negative thing I ever thought about her when she died…and she didn’t even know about it!  But the regret was deep.

It saddens me to see relationships in strife.  I wish I could make the people contributing to that strife understand that they don’t know how long they may have with their loved one.  They should cherish moments with them.  I know that relationships aren’t always smooth sailing, but we can choose to treat each other in a way that we won’t regret later.

My heart broke into a million pieces this week when I watched a video that had gone viral.  I knew what was coming…I knew it would be heart wrenching, and I watched it anyway.  I had no choice.  I was compelled to watch it even if only to remind myself of what I’m fighting for because this happens more often than I care to imagine.  I wasn’t going to write about it because many bloggers had done so this week.  But God wouldn’t leave me alone. Maybe it’s because many of my readers who don’t live in my “world”…the LGBT “world” may have missed it.  Maybe it is something they need to see…to experience… so that they can understand the emotion caught up in this subject.

This is a young man named Daniel who knew he was being called into an “intervention” type of meeting by his family.  He used his phone to record the meeting (you can only hear what is happening…you can’t see anything).  His boyfriend later posted it on FB and it went viral.  It’s only 5 minutes long, but it is a gut wrenching 5 minutes.  Warning:  If you have been abused in any way, this may be a trigger for you and I would recommend you not watch it.  It also has strong language:

They start the conversation with the words…”you know I love you.”  This is a funny way to show it.  I’m happy to say that even though Daniel was kicked out of his home he is currently safe.  Unfortunately, that is not the case for many others.  40% of homeless youth are LGBT and this is why (for help visit here).  What about this is ok?  It saddens me that people use the Bible to condone this type of behavior.  I think it grieves Jesus as well.  I know that not everyone behaves this way. And maybe you are thinking this is an extreme case.  I wish I could say that were so, but I hear about this type of thing almost everyday.

When my son came out, I told him that I loved him no matter what…and I meant it with all of my being.  I did, however, say some very insensitive things to him.  Things that I was taught growing up in the Church.  I was saying them…not really even knowing why I was saying them.  I was just repeating what I had heard.  When I got down into the nitty-gritty with God, I learned a better way.  He saved me from myself, and in doing so, He saved my relationship with my son.  I have been able to go back to him and express my regrets for the things that I said.  Please understand that I am for the Church.  I just think they have some changing to do when it comes to this matter.  And this is why it matters to me what church I go to now and in the future.  That is something I’m currently working on with God.  What will He have me do?  Only time will tell (smile).

Someone once said to me, “I know we are supposed to love gay people, but what does that look like?”  I think it looks like this:

1 John 4:7-8 (NLT) Loving One Another

7 Dear friends, let us continue to love one another, for love comes from God. Anyone who loves is a child of God and knows God. 8 But anyone who does not love does not know God, for God is love.

So moving forward I want to live a life with NO REGRETS when it comes to loving people.  I can’t afford them.  I want to love BEYOND words…because LOVE MATTERS.

regret

 

That’s good enough…

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Have you ever been accused of something you didn’t do?  It’s happened to me…more times than I can count. From about the time I was five, until I was ten, I was best friends with my mom’s best friend’s daughter (did you get that…it’s a little confusing).  In the beginning of our friendship, things were good.  But as we got older, things began to change.  It became somewhat of a competition, but not one that I initiated.  As my friend and I hit school age, there were some differences becoming apparent with us.  I was skinny as a rail, and she struggled with her weight.  I got good grades in school and she did not.  I was popular…she not so much.  Jealousy began to rear its ugly head. There were many times that she and her brother would get into mischief and when things were discovered they always blamed it on me. There mad womanwere many days when my friend’s mom would get right in my face and yell at me…telling me that I was going to be responsible paying for the latest thing that her kids had broken.

Now that I have kids, I can appreciate how difficult and awkward this must have been for my mom since our mom’s were best friends.  My mom did the best she could to defuse the situations.  She even switched me from public to private school without telling her friend (there were other reasons for this switch as well, but she thought this might be a good break) only to have her daughter switched to the same school.  My friend became very possessive of me and would be really mean to me for having other friends. Things came to a head when I was in the fifth grade.  I had borrowed a book from the library at school.  I don’t remember what book it was, but I do remember it was a big book.  The kind that has several books published in one source.  When it came time to return the book, I couldn’t find it.  I knew for sure I had left it in my desk, but it was gone.  My parents and I searched my house to no avail and I eventually had to pay for it.  I remember it being a lot of money and I was banned from borrowing any more books from the school library for the rest of the year.

One day my mom and I were visiting with my friend and her mom.  I forget how it happened, but we discovered the book hidden in their house.  My friend had stolen it from my desk to get me in trouble.  My mom realized that this was getting serious and drastic measures were taken.  And when I say drastic, I mean drastic. Since we were neighbors, there was no real way to get me away from this girl…not to mention our mom’s being best friends part.  So, my parents put our house up for sale.  Yep…they sold our house.  AND, I changed schools.  But this time, we did it in secret.  It was so hard for me.  I knew at the end of the school year that I was leaving, but I wasn’t allowed to tell any of my friends.  The school actually called the following year to see why I wasn’t at school on the first day. Luckily my friend didn’t follow me this time.  I think they got the hint.  I’m not sure how much contact my mom had with her best friend after that happened, but I’m pretty sure all ties were cut.  It just wasn’t worth it and I think she realized at that point that I wasn’t exaggerating about how I was being treated there.

So, why am I talking about being accused of something I didn’t do?  There was some talk in the media this past week about some states dealing with bathroom laws concerning transgender individuals.  Now, I will admit I don’t know a lot about being transgender.  I have met some mom’s who have transgender children over the past year, but I certainly don’t have first hand experience.  I also don’t mean to imply that what I describe from my childhood above compares in any way to how transgender people feel when reactions to this bill come up.  It is just a small glimpse on my part into how they must feel being accused of something that they have no intention of doing.  I have noticed, and the media confirmed it this week, that every time this issue comes up (transgender individuals being able to use restrooms that they identify with) the topic of child predators comes up.  Comments that people make imply that transgender people have an agenda of molesting children in restrooms.  They may not mean to imply this, but it rings loudly to me so I’m sure it does to the transgender community as well.  Just so you know…transgender people aren’t lurking in the shadows…waiting for each state to pass a law allowing them to use restrooms of the opposite sex so they can molest children.  I mean really??  I’m pretty sure actual child predators aren’t biding time until such laws happen as well.

The definition of transgender is this:

Transgender is the state of one’s gender identity or gender expression not matching one’s assigned sex. Transgender is independent of sexual orientation; transgender people may identify as heterosexual, homosexual, bisexual, etc; some may consider conventional sexual orientation labels inadequate or inapplicable to them.

Now I understand wanting to protect children.  As a matter of fact, I never let my children go into public restrooms alone when they were little.  Period.  Problem solved.  A transgender individual who is going to use a restroom will use the restroom they are most comfortable using.  So, a transgender male to female will use the women’s restroom, and a transgender female to male will use the men’s restroom.  Chances are they will look like that gender when they use the restroom.  So a young girl will probably not see a man come in the girls restroom.  I can’t imagine how it feels to be labeled as a child molester when all you want to do is use the rest room.  As a matter of fact, transgender people are much more likely to be violated and have been attacked when out in public.

This only scratches the surface of this issue.  It is a complicated one.  But trust me when I say that transgender individuals go through a lot of turmoil in their life just trying to be who they feel God created them to be.  I don’t know enough about the bills trying to be passed to say that they are the best way to handle this situation.  I do feel, however, that everyone should have rights.  At the very least, let’s change the way we talk about issues like this so that we don’t abuse the people who are in these situations.

I don’t have personal experience with a transgender child, but Debi Jackson does and she does a great job of explaining it here:

I just had to say something about this…even though I don’t have personal experience.  My heart breaks for individuals who have to go through this because it’s been described as being trapped in the wrong body.  Instead of being judged by people who have no real knowledge about what they go through, they deserve our love and understanding…because love matters…to everyone…no matter what.

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