Text: Ephesians 2:14-22
The night that I first came out, when I first said those words “I’m gay”, that night was a sacred night for many reasons. I know that many of you have already heard some of that story, but there is a piece that I don’t think I have shared yet, partially because it is something that, even now, I continue to unpack and wrestle with.
After the tears and after the holy conversation where my pastor and mentor assured me that God loved me not in spite of but because of who I am, after all this, while I was getting ready to leave he said something to me that I will never forget. He looked me in the eyes, and very quietly and very thoughtfully he said, “You know, in at least some small way, I envy you.”
I think it was at this point that I just simply stared at him in disbelief. Envy me? What could there be to envy about the years of struggle that I had gone through and the many more years of struggle that I could only imagine were ahead of me. Sure, the single greatest thing about being gay...