It’s been three years since I packed everything; husband, cat and car, into a 38 foot Motorhome for a journey West. So much had brought me to that moment. In the prior three years (most documented on this blog): I witnessed my life crumble into ruin, old demons creep in stealthily and depression crashing along with major anxiety as icing…
I stood before the congregation of the Battle Ground Community UMC on Sunday, my new spiritual home. I was there to tell the story of my Spiritual Journey. I had five minutes, a lot had to be omitted. Here I elaborate that Witness unabridged. Let’s begin at the start!
I was conceived Catholic. From Birth to College, Catholicism was my faith. I was baptized surrounded by the family my parents brought together, Irish Catholics & Slavic Catholics. As soon as I received my First Holy Communion I became an altar-boy. I served proudly and proficiently way past Confirmation. I was on my way to becoming a priest. My mother was instrumental in more than my Catholic upbringing. She was also responsible for my love of books, reading and nature, along with the importance of love and family. She continually reminded me that “God does not make Junk!” We spent summers in the woods and the winters in Scouts. I loved being with nature.
Everything changed for me at puberty, when strange feelings started to happen. While living in Riverview, Florida when I was 16, I overheard a discussion my parents were having with a Seminarian. Like I said, Very Catholic. He was trying to come to terms with the amount of sexual activity that took place between the guys in Seminary. I was shocked! If this activity was a sin, as preached in church, then why did God let it happen to priests learning The Way? I struggled greatly with this.
The priesthood was immediately out! I fell back on my desire to study Theatre Arts. After graduation (the day I came out to myself), I relocated to Winter Park, Florida for College. I started my life as an openly gay man, as open as one could be in 1981. I came out to my parents via letter the following Spring. My mother’s instinct kicked in as she and my father immediately drove to Rollins College to take me to the Seminary. They were open mouthed when I reminded them of how rampant homosexuality was in the Seminary! “Why” Mom anguished in tears? I replied – “because God doesn’t make junk!”
The years between college and meeting Ezra were another life, in another time and not relevant here. So let’s fast forward to 1998. The year everything changed…
To be continued