A peek inside the life of a YOB author: I receive an email notification with every comment made on my posts. Let’s just say my inbox has been busy recently.
I am a poor judge at gauging how my posts will be received. I once wrote a heartfelt blog about my friend Henry: 7 comments. Oh well. I also wrote a more lighthearted post about a guy saying that men shouldn’t take baths: 63 comments. Well, fun!
I did not anticipate the intense reaction to my most recent post, “Why I Want to be LGBT.” If you had asked me to give an estimate for comments and participation, I would have ballparked it around 15-20. It’s not that I thought it was a bad post — I just figured it would be acknowledged and then left alone.
Clearly, I was wrong.
Comments flooded in, opposing thoughts and opinions clashed, and readers and authors alike took their stands.
Being out of town for work the first few days kept me from being more actively engaged with my post. I could only watch the comments and conflicts grow more and more.
Another peek, this time into my life: I am careful never to post anything controversial on Facebook. I do this for one reason alone: I despise comment wars. I see little value in them — only hurt.
As I watched the comments escalate on my post, I worried that I had just started something I greatly despise in a place where we value community through diversity. I literally turned it all upside down!
And I knew I couldn’t stay quiet. Since it was my post, I had a responsibility to get involved.
The Thursday after my post went up, I sat at my laptop staring at what felt like an endless stream of comments. Part of me wanted to sternly defend what I thought was right; another part just wanted to apologize for something I believe.
But then I was challenged to remember the very heart of my post. And I ended up summarizing it best in one of my comments where I wanted to clear up any confusion:
If telling someone I’m gay allows me to be a light in their life, then I will do it. If saying I am SSA Side B allows me to be a light in their life, I will do that as well. At the end of the day, my desires are secondary to the Great Commission, God’s call on the life of every Christian.
That’s it. It’s that simple. That was the essence of my most recent post. I do apologize for not making that clearer sooner.
I know there are people who will still disagree with me. You may still want to caution me on the dangers of this sentiment and so on. I appreciate that — truly, I do!
But I ask you to remember that I am not doing this alone, nor am I doing this without a strong and vast support system.
I have leaders in my life — pastors, counselors, and mentors. They are speaking into my life as I pursue this calling to minister to the LGBT+ community, walking with me through all of my life.
I have a wonderful wife with whom I share my life. God has given me incredibly close friends whom I consider brothers, dozens of other friendships, and a community of fellow authors through YOB.
I am not walking this road alone or without direction or navigating solo. I have an amazing community around me.
All I want is to open my life to others and to share the love of Jesus with even more people.
Do you struggle with conflict or clarity of beliefs? Do you feel any compunction or conviction to belong with or minister to the LGBT+ community?