This guest post is by an anonymous person. Even though he is not ashamed of whom he is, he has chosen to remain anonymous to avoid embarrassing family members who are still evolving on these issues. This post was condensed from interviews with our anonymous poster.
This is Part 3 of 4 Blog Posts from this person. Please also read Part 1: I Am Queer, Part 2: Don’t Hate Me for Being Queer, and Part 4: An Open Letter to Christians from a Queer.
Whether you agree or disagree with what he says, please be gracious in your comments below.
Most of us are not stupid. We can spend a few hours reading the New Testament Gospels and get a pretty good idea what Jesus is like. It’s also pretty clear that people who call themselves Christians (I read somewhere that means little Christs) should look and act like Jesus.
Why don’t Christians look more like Jesus? They cut me off on the freeway with Jesus stickers and church stickers all over their car and give me the finger for being in their way. My sister decided to try going to church and got screamed at because they thought her shorts were too short.
Some guy came into my business, cursed me out and got very ugly because he said an employee of the business had given him incorrect information on a previous day. Guess who was sitting on the platform the next Sunday when I tried out a new church? He was introduced as the assistant pastor. Guess who never went back to that church?
Who is the Freak?
Many of my friends think that is how most Christians behave. But when I tell them that I am a Christian, they think I am a freak. Isn’t that interesting? Because I am queer, Christians think I am a freak. But because I am a Christian, my LGBT friends think I am a freak.
My friends think Christians are (I’m trying to think of nicer versions of the words they really say)… not nice, nothing like Jesus. They think I’m deluded, because, although I claim to be a Christian, I like LGBT people. They are my friends. I’m nice to them. My LGBT friends have never met a Christian who was nice to them before. Therefore, in their minds, I can’t possibly be a Christian. Christians have never been nice to them.
When I march with my friends, Christians scream at us and tell us we are going to hell. When we try to attend church, Christians (mis)quote Bible verses to us, don’t accept us, hope we’ll stay away. When Christian coworkers learn of our sexual orientation, they try to get us fired from our jobs, spread lies about us, and usually hate us.
We’ve been threatened, hit, thrown out of our homes and families, and told “You’re dead to me.”
Such behavior does not look like Jesus to me.
Am I Queer or am I Christian?
People like to ask, “Can a queer be a Christian?” My friends and I wonder why many Christians are so queer. They claim to follow Jesus, but look nothing like Him? Isn’t that odd? Isn’t that… queer?
My friends and I have discussed all of this. Their conclusion is that either this “Jesus thing” is a crock or these people who bear his name aren’t Christians. We’ve all read about Jesus in the Bible, and these “Christian” people don’t look anything like him. Maybe he was a one-of-a-kind and it’s not possible to be anything like him.
My conclusion: Most people who call themselves Christians are chasing religion instead of following Jesus.
I believe that Jesus is real. I believe it truly is possible to follow him. It is possible to look and act like him.
My friends are LGBT. I am Q. That stands for Queer. I love Jesus and I like who I am. I am who I was created to be. I am not a mistake. My friends are not mistakes. We are created in the image of God.
Jesus had nothing to say about LGBTQ. He had lots to say about divorce. How many Christians do I know who are divorced? – Probably about half of them. I don’t treat them like crap. Where did Jesus tell me to do that? – He didn’t. He told me to love them. So I do.
Do you have questions for me? Do you want to hear more of my story? There will be one more post this week in which I will share more about me, and if there is enough interest, we can do a Q&A in a future post.