(Part 3 of 3. See part 1 and part 2.)
For part three, I simply want to synthesize a few articles worth your time and then close with a personal anecdote.
When actor Johnny Galecki recently made an appearance on The View, the hosts asked him about rumors that have circulated about his sexuality. His answer was a breath of fresh air (the discussion starts right about 4:00 into the video): “I’ve never really addressed those rumors because I always figured, why defend yourself against something that’s not offensive?”
When homophobia does not factor into a relationship, it opens the door for genuine empathy, understanding, and love. The empathy, in fact, is a radical empathy that willingly takes on the shame and suffering experienced by the other. This is a relatively new concept to me, but it resonates deeply with my experience.
Andrew Marin, talking about labels and his decision to live and work in Chicago’s gay district as a straight man, shares this story:
“Just last week I was walking to get my hair cut a man stuck his head out of the window of his truck and called me a Faaaaaaaaaaaaaaaag. Then he sped off to continue his day like that was a normal thing to do.
“Those occurrences are far more common then any of us living in Boystown would like to admit. Yet my daily decision to stay in Boystown on this journey of love has shown me moments like that are worth every minute of the Kingdom I boldly claim to be a part of — because I can’t love someone who has been ignorantly labeled unless I take that label on myself.”
The kind of empathy he’s describing is a profound demonstration of faithfulness, and it connects with Richard Beck’s recent reflections on the death of Matthew Shepard, lynchings, and the cross:
“Until we see Jesus standing with the cursed we will never understand the central symbol of our faith nor what it means to be a Christian.
“Saul falls on his face on the road to Damascus. He looks into the blinding light and asks, ‘Who are you Lord? And the reply comes: ‘I am the one you are persecuting.’
“Jesus hangs on the crosses of the world, from the trees and from the fences.”
I’ve often heard it said Christians are not meant to explain the suffering of the world or justify it; rather, our role is to suffer with people, to dwell with them “outside the camp” as a means of personifying Christ’s presence among them (Hebrews 13:13). Derek Webb relates this well in an interview:
“When you see people who are marginalized or under the judgement of the religious structures in a culture, the model that Jesus gives us is to stand with those people and if necessary, even absorb the judgement with them. That’s what He did, ultimately absorbing all the judgement for them but at the very least be willing to have His reputation ruined in order to stand on the side of His friends and His family.”
When someone receives this kind of love, it has the potential to be absolutely transformational and life-changing. I know this from experience.
Last year on Spirit Day, when people wear purple to support LGBT youth and protest bullying, a straight friend and I went to lunch. Walking from the car to the restaurant, we noticed we had inadvertently chosen near-identical purple long-sleeve shirts to wear in support of the cause. You may know that the town in which I live (and in which we were eating lunch) is small and staunchly conservative, and we both became immediately aware of the potential speculation our appearance could inspire. “Oh, great,” my friend said, rolling his eyes and layering on the sarcasm thick enough to insure I didn’t misunderstand his meaning, “We look like a couple of queers.”
Usually, I think my generation’s affinity for mocking inappropriate mentalities (racism, misogyny, homophobia, etc.) by espousing them ironically is dangerous and harmful, and if you know my friend, you know he never makes these kinds of jokes. But on a day that had already been emotional and exhausting for me—a day when everyone, it seemed, was talking about LGBT issues—the message of his sarcasm was loud and clear: He was not afraid of what people thought, he was not ashamed of our relationship, and he cared enough about me to take on my labels. He was not taking sexuality lightly, and he was not ignoring the significance of reputation; rather, he was empathizing with my experience, sharing my burden, and effectively undermining the power of any homophobic comment someone could have made.
Willfully taking on the labels of others to understand their shame and pain demonstrates faithfulness and love that are essential components of community. This is the kind of community where mutual affection and trust leads naturally to the confrontation of sin in the lives of the other members of the community—where, because we build no artificial walls on the basis of homophobia or any other fear, we have the privilege and the responsibility to carry each other’s burdens and keep each other from sin.
This is the kind of community in which, through my interactions with others, I never have to doubt that God loves me and bestows his grace upon me freely.