Most peoples encounters with God revolve around the church, but I have ‘bumped into him’ on a Train, a Car Park whilst putting clothes in the clothing bank and also on the steps of a church in London at 5am in the morning – he keeps popping up, never know when the next time he is going to poke his head round the corner. This time it was on Twitter, which is an excellent metaphor for God being omnipresent and omni diverse.
The main stumbling point I have with God is the ‘gay thing’ and having mulled it around it for quite some years being celibate, ‘out and proud’ and ‘recovering’ – it seems that that I have been quietly asking for some kind of framework and looking for an appropriate response to God.
My musical tastes this year have been Lady GaGa, The Communards, and lately the Scissor Sisters – with a shameful dalliance with Michael Buble which both worries me and fill me with shame and would rather not talk about it at length. Listening to the Communards I have can not only connect to my distant youth, but I can also tie into the my internal political and social beliefs, which corresponds vaguely to the Old Testament and old Labour, with cries for social justice and equality – which seem to be a reoccurring theme in the New Testament.
Reading an article in The Guardian of the ex-Communard, now Reverend, Richard Coles I find that there is a place for gay people in the church, my natural home is the Church of England has always been a ‘broad church’ I was first ‘churched’ in a Pentecostal church which gave me great theology but a lot, not so much guilt but more just screwed me up!
I think now that I am in Civil Partnership I am coming round to the view that I can be Gay and call myself a Christian, and perhaps start believing that ‘there is nothing I can do that can make God love me less, or anything I can do to make God love me more’
Listening to people on Twitter I have seen an honesty and a sincerity that I miss when I go to church, I have seen Aunt Gladys get stressed over the job and drool over John Barrowman, I have seen Changing Worship talk about his music with passion and I have seen Graham Richards talk about his family with pride; in effect I have seen snippets of faith