The last place on God’s green earth I thought I would find a constructive dialogue piece on homosexuality and the Church was Grand Rapids, Michigan. Washington, D.C. certainly, but absolutely NOT theeee bastion of all things conservative and Christian!

But that’s exactly what I found in the play “Seven Passages: The Stories of Gay Christians.”

This production is a 100 minute dramatic piece incorporating 28 stories from gay Christians in the West Michigan area. It tells of their first realizations of same-sex attraction, how they wrestled with those attractions and implications in light of their Christianity, the subsequent fallout (both good and bad) from coming out to their communities, the response from the Church and (lack of) participation in a faith community post-outcoming, and hopes and dreams for their lives and the life of the Church with regards to this “issue.”

The play was not so much theological as it was existential; while it did address some of the theological and biblical issues surrounding homosexuality (hence the use of the seven often quotes Scriptural pericapies as a springboard for the dramatic dialogue), the whole of the production centered on the dual experience of Christians living as followers of Jesus and gay people, and the tragedy and comedy that befell their lives.

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Needless to say, the issue of homosexuality and the Church is a hot potato. And I really am not going to delve into the theology, sorry. Rather, I want to engage the play on it’s own terms. The majority of Seven Passages dealt with two things: their individual revelations and ensuing reaction. While theological and biblical dialogue is fine and needed, they aren’t when they are exalted at the expense of the “real.” Oftentimes, theology is completely divorced from what is real about the existence of real people. And while the Bible certainly describes what is real about God and His reality, we cannot forget that our interpretations are not and simply scratch the surface of that Reality, often needing revisions in light of new understanding and illumination.

Please do not misunderstand me: the Text is important, and meaning underneath the Text even more.

This post, however, will look at the stories affected by readings of the Text.

One of the common themes in the stories of these 28 Christians was the realization things did not feel right growing up. Each story had a moment when they realized they were attracted to people of their own sex.

And it freaked them out!

Often times the debate swirling around homosexuality within the Church laser beams on the extreme flamboyancy of San Francisco, New Orleans, Queer Eye for the Straight Guy, etc…, rather than the lives of normal people who have had an “awakening.” For each of these Christians, there was a moment when they realized there was a piece of them that was very different than their peers, a piece that couldn’t be dismissed through chapter and verse quoting.

Some tried to dismiss the feelings as sin and devices of Satan to entice them away from God. Many strove through much prayer and petition and the astringent cleansing of bible study to wash that piece of them away. Others sought help from counselors and ex-gay groups to try and set them back on the “straight” and narrow (pun intended!). Sadly, a few restored to cutting, pills, and suicide attempts to rid themselves of the demons that haunted them.

In short, there was this early revelation and realization that something deep down was different, that there was this piece of them that did not conform to their understanding of how God wanted things, yet they could not deny their attraction and affection toward the same sex. In response, they were mortified of their self-described abnormality and scared other Christians would find out about their “sinful” piece, or worse, their piece would send them straight to hell!

This newly discovered piece put them in tension between two worlds: the flesh in which they lived had a piece of it that didn’t conform to the community in which they worshiped; they existed in the middle of a body that was pulled in a direction that directly conflicted with the Christianity in which they had been raised.

This tension boiled over into a response and reaction by that community that can only be categorized by one word: hell.

The response was both hell-ish and people responded with hell, as in “you’re going to burn in hell for this.” Literally, their family (especially their family) and Church said that God would send them to hell for having this piece of them that was attracted to “their own kind.” Of course the Bible (and variations of the seven passages in particular) was used to set them straight (again, pun intended!), but usually only had the effect of driving these guys and gals far from God and far from His Text.

One woman said that the reaction from he parents reduced her to “a thing.” She was “a thing living in the basement.” Her parents were so repulsed that they didn’t speak to her for days and weeks. The relationship disintegrated and her humanity was leveled to below a kitchen roach.

The Church’s response was no less.

Most were bared from participating in the life of their church. There was no one to talk to within their community and the pastors were horrified and disinterested, not even desiring to help them sort through their confusing feelings. A minister lost his ministry of 18 years after it came out that he believed himself to be gay. And I think the thing that struck me was how shut-out they were from Jesus’ table. Even if people disagreed with them, the Church was completely unwilling to engage in dialogue and

hear
their
story!

There was no interest to engage them as people created in the image of God nor was there any desire to listen to how their journey brought them to the point in which they were at. No dialogue. No care. No dignity.

No love,
only walls.

Now to be sure, there were some parents that reassured their children of their love and even came to the point of embracing that piece of their son or daughter. But I do not recall a single story where a community of Jesus embraced them and their story, where ever they were and whatever it was.

How sad.

Probably my only beef with the play was when it tried to bring interpretation to the seven passages. Out of the 100 minutes, I would wager 85% was dialogue and personal stories. Which meant only 15 minutes splattered throughout dealt with the Text and tried to bring some fresh meaning and light. Those 15 minutes suffered both because the interpretations were a bit weak, but mostly because you cannot give justice to the Text in 15 minutes scattered throughout a 100 minute piece. How they interpreted was thought provoking, but it suffered from a lack of nuance and time.

But again, that really wasn’t the point of the play. The point was to tell the stories of gay Christians, how they realized that a piece of them was different, their wrestlings with that piece, and the reaction from their familial and faith communities. The mantra “Tell me your story” was their final plea and summation. They urged us to sit-down, shut-up and listen to the stories of followers of Jesus who are trying to reconcile an undeniable piece of them with the Way of Jesus, a reconciliation they admit may be wrong and flawed.

At one point one of the actresses said, “What if we’re wrong and the conservative position is right?”

Now there is naked, honest vulnerability! But here’s the thing: Is the Church (particularly the conservative evangelical kind) willing to make the same statement? Is the Church willing to say, “might we have our understanding of homosexuality all wrong?”

It’s only in the midst of relationships, with the Textual Story and the stories of gay Christians, that we will ever be able to answer both questions well and truthfully. And that’s what this this play taught me.

-jeremy