Monthly Archives: May 2015

The Crooked Man

  

Charles Beaumont wrote the short story “The Crooked Man,” which presented a dystopian future wherein heterosexuality is stigmatized in the same way that homosexuality was in the 1950s. It depicts heterosexuals living as furtively as pre-Stonewall gays and lesbians. “The Crooked Man” was first rejected by Esquire magazine, which found it too controversial, and then published by Hugh Hefner, a young man from Chicago who had recently launched a magazine called Playboy. After letters of outrage at Beaumont’s “The Crooked Man” poured in, Hefner addressed readers. “If it was wrong to persecute heterosexuals in a homosexual society,” he wrote in response, “then the reverse was wrong, too.”

“The Crooked Man” is really just a couple of scenes. A handsome young man named Jesse furtively ducks into a nightclub. He sits in a private booth, closes the beaded curtain around the booth, and dims the light. He is instantly hit-on by two separate men. The men have a code, fingers tapping across the stomach, to indicate that they want sex. Jesse turns them down. He is waiting for someone — a woman named Mina.

Jesse is in love with Mina, but this future love between heterosexual couples is forbidden. Artificial insemination is the law, and the sexes are strictly segregated. Heterosexuals are considered perverts, and hunting them down is official government policy: “These sick people must be cured and made normal,” announces the platform of the majority political party. Jesse has learned to “pass” in this culture. He learns how to walk gay, and turn down sexual advances — which seem to happen constantly — with tact.

Mina shows up. She is disguised, her flowing blonde hair tucked under a wig. Yet it’s very difficult to hide the movement and expressions of a woman, and she and Jesse are found out. He is quickly removed to a government van, which will take him for surgery, re-education, the works.

Though Hefner is most famous for his numerous romantic exploits over the years, he has always been a proponent of sexual freedom: heterosexual, homosexual, or bisexual.  Even now, the twice-divorced 89-year-old entrepreneur says that gay marriage isn’t hurting anyone.  “Without question, love in its various permutations is what we need more of in this world,” he said. “The idea that the concept of marriage will be sullied by same-sex marriage is ridiculous. Heterosexuals haven’t been doing that well at it on their own.”  Hefner should know, he’s been married three times already.


Shall We Gather at the River?

  

Then the angel showed me the river of the water of life, bright as crystal, flowing from the throne of God and of the Lamb through the middle of the street of the city; also, on either side of the river, the tree of life with its twelve kinds of fruit, yielding its fruit each month. The leaves of the tree were for the healing of the nations. – Revelation 22:1-2

Shall We Gather at the River?
By Robert Lowry

Shall we gather at the river,
Where bright angel feet have trod,
With its crystal tide forever
Flowing by the throne of God?

Yes, we’ll gather at the river,
The beautiful, the beautiful river;
Gather with the saints at the river
That flows by the throne of God.

On the margin of the river,
Washing up its silver spray,
We will talk and worship ever,
All the happy golden day.

Yes, we’ll gather at the river,
The beautiful, the beautiful river;
Gather with the saints at the river
That flows by the throne of God.

Ere we reach the shining river,
Lay we every burden down;
Grace our spirits will deliver,
And provide a robe and crown.

Yes, we’ll gather at the river,
The beautiful, the beautiful river;
Gather with the saints at the river
That flows by the throne of God

At the smiling of the river,
Mirror of the Savior’s face,
Saints, whom death will never sever,
Lift their songs of saving grace.

Yes, we’ll gather at the river,
The beautiful, the beautiful river;
Gather with the saints at the river
That flows by the throne of God.

Soon we’ll reach the silver river,
Soon our pilgrimage will cease;
Soon our happy hearts will quiver
With the melody of peace.

Yes, we’ll gather at the river,
The beautiful, the beautiful river;
Gather with the saints at the river
That flows by the throne of God.

If you know his song, you most likely know it’s title as “Shall We Gather at the River?” or simply “At the River.” These titles are the popular names for the traditional Christian hymn that is actually titled “Hanson Place,” written by American poet and gospel music composer Robert Lowry (1826–1899). Robert Lowry (1826-1899) was a professor of literature, a Baptist pastor of several large churches and a music editor at Biglow Publishing Company. He wrote close to 500 hymns, including “I Need Thee Every Hour” and “Low in the Grave He Lay.”  “Shall We Gather at the River?” was written in 1864. The title “Hanson Place” is a reference to the original Hanson Place Baptist Church in Brooklyn, where Lowry, as a Baptist minister, sometimes served.

The song’s lyrics refer to the Christian concept of the anticipation of restoration and reward, and reference the motifs found at Revelation 22:1-2 – a crystal clear river with water of life, issuing from the throne of heaven, all presented by an angel of God. One hot afternoon in July 1864, as Lowry was resting on his sofa, visions of heaven pervaded his senses. He saw the bright golden throne room and a multitude of saints gathered around the beautiful, cool, crystal, river of life. He was filled with a sense of great joy. He began to wonder why there seemed to be many hymns that referenced the river of death, but very few that mentioned the river of life. As he mused, the words and music to “Shall We Gather at the River” came to his heart and mind.
P.S. This song has a very special meaning for myself and someone very special in my life.  When I was thinking of a song to post, I came across this one (one of my all-time favorites), and I knew immediately that this was the perfect song to post about for today.

P.S.S.  I know that I have a few mothers who read my blog, and I wanted to say HAPPY MOTHERS’ DAY to some truly remarkable women. May all mothers be celebrated on this day!


Moment of Zen: Baseball

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As a middle schooler, I was realizing my attraction to guys and developing a love of baseball players.  I began to collect baseball cards of the players I particularly found hot.  The card below is the one that began my obsession.

 

Though he’s now overly pumped with steroids, I was in love when I was younger.  I collected all of his cards I could and had posters on my walls.  I think my parents were actually glad I had sports posters on my walls, it seemed more boyish.  Sadly, my Canseco posters were taken down by my mom and disappeared when she found out I was gay.  However, I still have my prized possession from those days: the Jose Canseco Dream Team baseball card.

 


Long Day

 As many of you know, I wrote my posts the night ahead and schedule them for 7 am each morning.  If ever they don’t post at 7 am, then something didn’t work the way it was supposed to work.  As I was writing this at 8:15 pm, last night, I just got home from a 12 hour day at work.  Anyone who rethinks teachers are finished at 3 pm everyday are sadly mistaken.  We often bring home work, or have school functions we must attend.  I love about 40 minutes from work, so when we have a function at night, it’s not worth it to drive home, so I spent the time catching up on a few things.

By the time I got home and dealt with my crazy family for a few minutes, I am dead tired, have a headache and am going to bed early.  I’m just ready for Saturday morning because I have a all day long date with my boyfriend.  I can’t wait.  I haven’t gotten to see him since last Sunday, but we will get to spend next week together.


Time Management 

 
Sorry y’all, I got so wrapped up in a project for school that when I finished, I realized it was far too late to write the post I had planned.  I also had a headache yesterday which didn’t exactly motivate me to come up with an alternate topic. 

I know exactly what caused yesterday’s headache.  I was outside yesterday with some of my classes, and it was so hot, that I got a tad overheated.  If I ever get too hot, especially when the sun is very bright, I never fail to get a headache.


My Life in a Cartoon Strip

  

At least that sums up my life in academia right now.  However, I do ask that you guys pray for me (or send good vibes my way), because I’ve applied to several jobs teaching college for next fall in Iowa, Virginia, and South Carolina.  Hopefully, I’ll get a few more submitted.  So far I haven’t heard from any of the jobs I’ve applied for this year, but I’m still hoping.  I’m not sure my sanity (what very little is left of it) can survive another year of teaching high school.

By the way, just for some eye candy, if you have not seen this hot math professor from England, then it’s time that you did.  He happens to be a model, as well as holds a PhD in mechanical engineering.  Here’s one of his modeling pictures.

  


Good Ole Boys Like Me

 

 Good Ole Boys Like Me
Lyrics by Bob McDill
Performed by Don Williams

When I was a kid Uncle Remus he put me to bed
With a picture of Stonewall Jackson above my head
Then Daddy came in to kiss his little man
With gin on his breath and a Bible in his hand
He talked about honor and things I should know
Then he’d stagger a little as he went out the door

Chorus:

I can still hear the soft southern winds in the live oak trees
And those Williams boys they still mean a lot to me
Hank and Tennessee
I guess we’re all gonna be what we’re gonna be
So what do you do with good ole boys like me

When I was in school I ran with a kid down the street
But I watched him burn himself up on Bourbon and speed
But I was smarter than most and I could choose
Learned to talk like the man on the six o’clock news
When I was eighteen Lord I hit the road
But it really doesn’t matter how far I go

YestNothing makes a sound in the night like the wind does
But you ain’t afraid if you’re washed in the blood like I was
The smell of cape jasmine thru the window screen
John R and the Wolfman kept me company
By the light of the radio by my bed
With Thomas Wolfe whispering in my head

When I was in school I ran with a kid down the street
But I watched him burn himself up on Bourbon and speed
But I was smarter than most and I could choose
Learned to talk like the man on the six o’clock news
When I was eighteen Lord I hit the road
But it really doesn’t matter how far I go

Yesterday, Michael mentioned in his comment “On another topic entirely, I was thinking of the Don Williams song from 1980, “Good Ole Boys Like Me” and you came to mind. Are you familiar with it? If not, check it out on Youtube.”  I’m terrible with putting names to songs, so I took Michael’s advice and looked up “Good Ole Boys Like Me” on YouTube.  After listening to the song, it was familiar to me, and I can understand why it would remind Michael of me.  One thing about don Williams is that nearly every song of his reminds me of someone.

Much of it does describe me, but there are a few differences.  Stonewall Jackson did not hang above my head instead it was the painting of a local lake.  Daddy’s breath never smelled like gin (he hates gin), but it did often smell of beer.  It wasn’t the smell of cape jasmine that wafted in the windows, but the sweet smell of honeysuckle.  I remember Wolfman Jack (his heyday, though, was a bit before my time), but what I fell asleep listening to was Oldies 98, and it seems like every night as I was going to bed I heard Elton John singing “Crocodile Rock.”  Oldies 98 played that song all the time.  My best friend growing up didn’t burn herself out on bourbon and speed, but she did on men and sex.  As soon as I was eighteen though, I left for college and for fourteen years, I was free, but now I’m back home in Alabama, so it didn’t matter how far I went.

 The chorus though is the best past and the most like me:

I can still hear the soft southern winds in the live oak trees
And those Williams boys they still mean a lot to me
Hank and Tennessee
I guess we’re all gonna be what we’re gonna be
So what do you do with good ole boys like me

With the exception of “soft southern winds in the live oak trees,” because here we had pecan trees and pines, the chorus could have been written about me.  Hank Williams grew up not far away and was a good friend of my grandmama who used to be his favorite dance partner.  I’ve always loved Tennessee Williams, whose plays always seemed to speak to me in a special way.  As much as I tried not to be gay growing up, “we’re all gonna be what we’re gonna be,” and in my case that would be gay.  “So what do you do with good ole boys like me?”  Well, you need to get to know us and when you do, I think you’ll love us.

And here’s an extra “good ole boy” just for fun and eye candy.  The preppy boys at the top of the post are more like me, but the one below is what we all dream of when we dream of “good ole boys.”
  


Discrimination Behind a Religious Veil

  
In March, Skutt Catholic High School speech coach Matt Eledge led his team to their fourth consecutive state championship. But soon after the state championships, school officials told Eledge his contract would not be renewed for the following school year. The decision came after Eledge informed the school that he and his partner, Elliot, were planning on getting married.

Students at Skutt Catholic High School in Omaha, Nebraska, are speaking out in support of an English teacher and speech team coach.  Students and fellow staffers who have launched a campaign calling for Eledge’s reinstatement have also alleged the school threatened to fire him if he told his students.

KETV reported that during the school’s annual fundraising walk, some students wore T-shirts that presented the Omaha Catholic school with a message and a challenge.  “I support Mr. Eledge,” the shirts read. The Human Rights Campaign logo was on the front, and on the back, the shirts quoted Jesus’ words from John 13:34: “Love one another as I have loved you.”

Skutt Catholic President Jon McMahon defended the decision in a letter to the school community.  “If a staff member cannot commit to Catholic church teachings and doctrines, he or she cannot continue to be on staff at Skutt Catholic,” he wrote.

Eledge, 28, has been a teacher at Skutt Catholic since 2010. He has said that he was fully aware of the risks of working at a Catholic school. But he ended up falling in love with the school — especially the speech team. He helped coach the team to four consecutive state championships, according to KETV.

“For people who don’t know the community, it seems like just another fun club, but for those involved, you develop the most meaningful relationships,” Eledge said. “You’re teaching kids how to believe in themselves, use their voices, be proud of who they are. I developed really great relationships with the kids and their family members.”

Although Eledge was single when he entered the school, he later started dating. When his partner’s mom was diagnosed with stage 4 cancer, the two decided that they wanted to get married and make sure she could be at the ceremony.  Eledge said he took the news to school officials in early April, which is when his boss informed him that his employment contract wouldn’t be renewed.

Same-sex couples aren’t legally allowed to tie the knot in Nebraska. Omaha has an anti-bias ordinance on the books that protects LGBT people from workplace discrimination. But experts told the AP that the school is likely protected by a religious exception.

But the Skutt Catholic students certainly aren’t alone in their support for LGBT rights. Studies show that the majority of American Catholics don’t agree with the church’s official stance on gay marriage. The Public Religion Research Institute found that 61 percent of white Catholics and 60 percent of Hispanic Catholics in America support allowing gay and lesbian couples to tie the knot.  Younger Catholics are especially likely to favor legalizing same-sex marriage. A Pew Research Center study found that three-quarters of Catholics under the age of 30 support same-sex marriage.

Matthew Eledge is the latest teacher to face unemployment because a Catholic school’s administration chose not to renew his contract after officials learned about his engagement to another man.  In Des Moines, Iowa, Tyler McCubbin, a substitute teacher at Dowling Catholic High School, was denied a full-time job when administrators conducted a background check that included a scan of his Facebook page, and learned he was gay and engaged.

I believe it is rarely warranted for a church to claim religious exception, especially a Christian church who claim to follow Jesus’s example of unconditional love and except.  Furthermore, I do not believe that any religious organization should be allowed to discriminate and hide behind he law.  Sadly though, the U.S. Supreme Court set a national precedent in 2012, allowing religious schools to take sexual orientation into account in the hiring and firing of employees.

“They could certainly file a complaint with the Equal Employment Opportunity Commission, but it’s unlikely they’ll prevail in a claim,” said Sarah Warbelow, legal director of the Washington, D.C.-based Human Rights Campaign.  “Religious schools are going to have the ability to hire and fire teachers consistent with the school’s faith views.”  Warbelow added, “When they see a beloved teacher who has done an excellent job, being fired for celebrating a life milestone, it invokes in these students the deepening understanding of an injustice.”

What I find as one of the saddest parts of these stories is that this happened in states with LGBT protections, gay teachers like myself who teach in states where no such protections exist are at the mercy of our employer.  Alabama, being a right-to-work state, doesn’t even have to show cause for firing someone.  We desperately need LGBT protections and religious organizations should not be able to hide behind loopholes and discriminate, especially when they profess to follow Jesus, yet do the opposite of what Jesus would do 


Christians and Mental Illness 

 

 First of all, then, I urge that supplications, prayers, intercessions, and thanksgivings be made for all people, for kings and all who are in high positions, that we may lead a peaceful and quiet life, godly and dignified in every way. This is good, and it is pleasing in the sight of God our Savior, who desires all people to be saved and to come to the knowledge of the truth. For there is one God, and there is one mediator between God and men, the man Christ Jesus, who gave himself as a ransom for all, which is the testimony given at the proper time. – 1 Timothy 2:1-6

I read an article the other day about Glenn Beck predicting that a SCOTUS ruling in support of same-sex marriage will lead to a drop of 50 percent in church attendance in the next five years “because the stigma of going to church will be too much.”

Beck, who last month suggested that the outcry following Indiana’s controversial religious freedom law would lead to Christians being put into concentration camp, said:

“Mark my words, if gay marriage goes through the Supreme Court and gay marriage becomes fine and they can put teeth in it so now they can go after churches, like the president’s lawyer says, 50 percent of our churches will fall away.  

“Meaning, within five years, 50 percent of the congregants will fall away from their church because they won’t be able to take the persecution…within five years, 50 percent of the people that you sit next to in church will not be there. And not because [they agree with marriage equality but] because they’ll say, ‘I can’t do that, I’ll lose my job, people are picketing my house, I just can’t do that.’”

The first thing I thought was that this was one of the most ludicrous things I’d ever read. Then I thought that Beck has completely lost his mind.  He is a recovering alcoholic and drug addict, was diagnosed with ADHD, and has described himself as a “borderline schizophrenic.”  After those thoughts and realizing that he really does have problems, I decided it wasn’t a very Christian way for me to think.  That led me to think about what God has to say about the mentally ill.

As I began to read about what Christian authors had to say about mental illness, it became largely discouraging. Many of the articles essentially argued that mental illness was a social construct created by secular doctors and psychiatrists, and therefore, is not biblical. So, when a person is depressed, he is really just experiencing sadness, and to try to treat it medically is to short circuit the power of God. When a person is anxious, she is really just experiencing worry, and to treat it medically is a secular answer to a spiritual problem. You get the idea.  I can understand that the authors were trying to say that  Jesus is sufficient for every facet of our lives. However, I believe that treating mental illness as only (or even primarily) a spiritual problem is both profoundly unbiblical and incredibly hurtful to those who struggle with mental illness.

I would argue that if we truly believe that physical diseases can be treated with medicine, then we must accept mental illness as a biblical category. If we believe that our mind is part of our body, including my brain, then it shouldn’t surprise me when my brain doesn’t work correctly.  Even Jesus recognized that the brain could have problems because he speaks of thinking of a sin as being as bad as committing it, though I believe it is not just the thought but the sincere desire that He was speaking of. I’m not surprised when I get a cold; why should I be surprised if I experience mental illness? To say that depression, anxiety, ADHD, bipolar, and every other disorder, are purely spiritual disorders is to ignore the fact that we are both body and soul.

Mental illness is not something invented by secular psychiatrists. Rather, it is part and parcel with living in fallen, sinful world, a world that is filled with hatred and rejection.

Treating mental illness as purely a spiritual disorder is very hurtful to those who struggle with mental illness because it points them to the wrong solution. Let me explain. For many years I’ve dealt with depression and anxiety. I experience an unwillingness to function at times because of my depression and the clutching sensation in my chest, shortness of breath, adrenaline surges, and a sick feeling in the pit of my stomach when I have anxiety attacks. On rare occasions, the anxiety is tied to something I’m worried about, but 90% of the time the physical symptoms I experience aren’t at all connected to worry. I’ll be working away on my computer, not thinking about anything, when the feelings of depression or anxiety suddenly descends upon me.

In those moments, I don’t need to be told not to worry. I don’t need to be told to exercise more faith in the promises of God. I don’t need to be told to snap out of it. What I need is encouragement to persevere. I need to be reminded that, even in the midst of suffering, Jesus is near. I need to be reminded that my light and momentary afflictions are producing an eternal weight of glory. I need to be encouraged to press into Jesus.  And… I need to be connected to someone who can help me deal with the physical aspects of depression and anxiety.

Here’s the unfortunate reality: even if my thinking is biblical, faith-filled, and God-honoring, my physical symptoms of anxiety and depression won’t go away. Why? Because most of the time the problem is primarily physical. Something isn’t working correctly in my brain, which in turn causes me to experience the physical symptoms of anxiety.

We must place mental illness in the same category as every other form of illness. When a person experiences chronic migraines or cluster headaches as I do, they most certainly will be tempted to doubt the goodness of God. We can serve them by encouraging them that God is good, and that he cares for them. But we also can serve them by taking them to the best migraine specialists in the country.  We must understand that all things are God’s creation, which includes antidepressants, anti anxiety medication, and pain killers.

If we’re going to effectively care for fellow Christians who struggle with mental illness, we need to recognize that mental illness is a real thing. We aren’t only souls. Rather, we are a complex composition of soul and body. Let’s make sure we address both the soul and the body.

Furthermore, let me also address what Beck actually said, and that is that the acceptance of same sex marriage and homosexuality will cause Christians to fear persecution just shows that Beck knows nothing about Christianity but only wants to spread hatred and fear.  If anything, acceptance by Christians, or at least by the majority of Americans who see no problem with LGBT equality, will strengthen our churches.  The rejecting of people because they are not your ideal of a Christian is the work of Satan and Satan alone.  Jesus turned no one away.  He brought love and acceptance and, if people stand up to the immoral, un-Christian, minority of those who spread hatred in the name of Christianity, then we may finally get back to the Christian church that Jesus established.if churches began acting like a true Christian community based on the teachings of acceptance that Jesus brought us, the. Instead of a drop in church membership, we will see a dramatic rise in church membership and attendance.  The main thing that causes a drop in church attendance is when hate is preached from the pulpit.  Instead we need the welcoming and accepting attitude of Jesus Christ. 


Moment of Zen: Your Comments 

 
Reading your comments yesterday on my post  about my boyfriend were one of the highlights of my week.  The love and support you guys show is very humbling.  Thank you, very much.