"The last time that I remained silent in the face of this
injustice: Tony and I were riding in the backseat of a car heading to one of
Tony’s speaking engagements in a mid-western city. The two people in the front seat
were evangelical Christians (I’m sure that this is what they would have called
themselves). They wanted to talk to Tony about the “ills that plague our
society and threaten the Church” and first on their list was the “homosexual
problem.” As they started to describe these people, I started to feel
physically ill. I sat in silent misery and anger, doing what I had always done:
nothing. It used to be part of my religion never to upset anybody. Tony did his
best to enlighten the couple, but my own silence was so loud in my ears that I
can’t even remember what he said. That ride seemed interminable. But it ended
too soon and I was left with my guilt. Those two people would go on with their
made-up Jesus and their mixed-up thinking and they had every reason to think
that I agreed with them. For me, that night, a cock crowed for the third time.
I had not only failed to stand up for some dear friends, I had betrayed the
Jesus who loved them. That night—miserable and ashamed of myself—I asked God to
forgive me and to give me the courage to speak the truth next time. And God has
given me many, many next times; and today is one of them."
~Peggy Campolo
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