A GAY MAN WHO WAS AN ‘INSIDER’ TO SEVERAL MINISTRIES TELLS HIS STORY
Author Mel White wrote in the first chapter of this 1994 book, “At a Christian summer camp … when I was twelve years old, a young pastor stood up to teach us something… It was my first real summer camp, and the girls sat on one side of the room giggling and whispering in our direction and the boys sat on the other side pretending not to notice… ‘Masturbation is a gift from God,’ the young minister began… I sat dumbfounded… the pastor continued… ‘it is a natural bodily function that God has given us to relieve sexual pressures when we have no other healthy sexual outlet.’ … I had questions of my own, but I was afraid to ask them. I wanted to know, why didn’t I feel the same way about girls that my friends all seemed to feel?... Why did I think about boys when I lay on my bed at night and performed that previously unspeakable act?” (Pg. 11-12)
He continues, “In those days of my childhood and adolescence… I was dying to hear someone talk frankly about my secret feelings… That terrible aching silence took root in my young psyche and bore poisoned fruit: fear, ignorance, and self-hatred. My natural longings were a sin, or so I thought… I was barely twelve, convinced that I was a sinner, condemned by God, lost for eternity…. I was afraid to mention my fears even to my parents or my pastor. I didn’t even dare to pray about them to God. The absolute silence surrounding the subject of homosexuality gradually engulfed me like a thick, winter fog… Perhaps silence was a kinder enemy, but I still bear the scars of that terrible silence.” (Pg. 13-14)
He explains, “In spite of all the problems they cause our community, I don’t hate Jerry Falwell, Pat Robertson, or my old clients and friends who lead today’s religious right… My spirit was conceived in the embrace of my conservative Christian parents and new-birthed at the wooden altar railing of their conservative Christian church. From infancy, I was shaped in their image by their Sunday schools and churches, at their youth groups and summer camps, in their Bible clubs and Youth for Christ rallies.” (Pg. 17-18)
As a senior in high school, “I thought if I prayed and fasted, if I witnessed to my faith and ‘led enough people to Christ’…maybe then I would please God enough to be sure that my soul wasn’t lost in hell for all eternity. Even though I carried this ‘dirty little secret,’ maybe I could achieve enough to be acceptable to God in the end.” (Pg. 40)
He recalls, “Years later, when I was ghostwriting Jerry Falwell’s autobiography, I … asked Jerry to explain his side of the story [about the civil rights movement]… Jerry spoke quietly and thoughtfully… ‘We resented those teenage boys for their interference in the lives of our community; but looking back, they were courageous, and it is time that I for one admit it.’ According to Jerry, it wasn’t the marches or the demonstrations on his steps that changed his mind about segregation. It was at least in part the Christian witness of Lewis, and elderly African-American man who [had a] shoeshine business … It was Jerry’s Saturday-morning ritual to have Lewis shine his shoes… But one Saturday morning, not long after the young men from CORE held their pray-in on the steps of the Thomas Road Baptist Church, Lewis asked a question that helped change Jerry’s life forever. ‘Say, Reverend,’ he began softly… ‘when am I going to be able to join that church of yours… I don’t want to cause you no trouble, Reverend… but I sure do like the way you preach and would like one day to join there with you.’ Jerry told me that the old man’s question hit him ‘like a boxer feels a hard blow to the stomach.’ Thirty years have passed since… Now, another friend is asking. When can I join your church, Jerry, and still not be forced to hide my God-given sexual orientation? When will your church accept me, your old friend and confidant, the man who wrote your autobiography… into leadership in your church as an openly gay man, let alone be willing to ordain me into ministry?” (Pg. 104)
He recalls, “[a man] I’ll call Dr. Smith---was a nationally known Christian pastor and evangelist… He had distinguished himself as a leader in a major denomination… Four years later, I heard by the grapevine that Dr. Smith had died unexpectedly from a sudden case of AIDS-related pneumonia. Only then did his family and friends discover that years before this respected man had been infected with HIV. Apparently, people across the nation were scandalized that such a wonderful man had a secret, ‘sinful’ life. I knew better… In spite of everything he had tried in his effort to ‘overcome his homosexuality,’ he couldn’t resist an occasional night of male intimacy and conversation with those who understood.” (Pg. 139-140)
He recounts, “During my six months with the Schaeffers, I learned to love Francis, Edith, and their artistic, young son Franky… But Dr. Schaeffer had a dark, arrogant side as well. At a private ‘thank you’ luncheon he gave us at the Hyatt Hotel in Los Angeles, Lyla [Mel’s then-wife] asked Francis what other trustworthy biblical theologians he liked to quote besides himself. After a long pause, Francis answered, ‘There are none.’” (Pg. 144)
He says of Jerry Falwell, “He knew that closeted gay and lesbian Christians worshiped in his church, attended his university, and watched his television program faithfully. And though he now denies it, Jerry even admitted that one of his staff members was a gay man who had lived in a committed, though closeted relationship with another gay man for almost twenty years. ‘If he doesn’t force me into a corner,’ Jerry said, ‘I won't force him either.’ As with the ban on homosexuals in the military that Jerry later supported so enthusiastically, gays and lesbians could fight and die for their country, or assist in Jerry’s ministry, as long as they lived by the rules of the closet.” (Pg. 198)
He admits of his marriage, “Over our twenty-five years of struggle, it had become terribly clear that in most cases a heterosexual should not be married to a homosexual. We had done everything in our power to make our marriage work. ‘If he had any other choice,’ Lyla told our friends repeatedly, ‘I would know it.’ She knew in her mind that we had done our best. Still, her heart was broken.” (Pg. 213)
He recounts, “The production and administrative demands that Jim and Tammy [Bakker] put on themselves were unfathomable… Jim and Tammy alone were producing as many live and videotaped programs as most networks… Both Bakkers arrived at their television studios before dawn and stayed until late into the night… [Tammy] rushed to … videotape special songs she had no time to practice, interview authors about books she had no time to read, and share ‘from her heart’ moving stories set to music she had no time to rehearse. It’s no wonder that occasionally Tammy burst into spontaneous tears. It’s also no wonder that Jim lost track of what he had promised or never quite figured out in advance how he would deliver on those same promises… the Bakkers should have taken a lesson from Jerry Falwell and Pat Robertson, who seldom offered anything real for the donations they solicited… [we were] relieved and grateful when the appeals court reduced Jim Bakker’s forty-five-year prison sentence. He may have been dishonest, but it was cruel and unjust punishment to sentence Jimmy to serve more years than a rapist…” (Pg. 216-217)
He affirms, “I have spent my lifetime reading, ,memorizing, studying, and teaching the Bible. I have tried my best to conform my life to its moral and spiritual teachings… I still believe that the Bible is inspired by God and a trustworthy guide for matters of Christian faith and practice.” (Pg. 238)
Eventually, “I wrote, faxed, and phoned Jerry Falwell, hoping to discuss these matters with him in person and in private…He refused to reply. In the meantime, Jerry’s lie that we ‘have a godless, humanistic scheme to destroy America’s traditional moral values’ … [was] only the beginning… Pat Robertson lied when he said there was some kind of evil gay agenda, that we demanded special rights, that we threatened to undermine the spiritual traditions of this nation… the others all lied when they talked about a corrupt gay and lesbian lifestyle, as though there were one lifestyle for all lesbians and gays… I began to write letters to all of them, protesting their lies and offering to meet with them on behalf of truth… No one would accept my request to sit down … to discuss the new biblical, theological, pastoral, and scientific data about homosexuality that might help me inform my old friends on the religious right.” (Pg. 250-251)
He asserts, “Any ‘ex-gay’ or former ‘ex-gay’ can tell you how it is possible to repress your natural sexual orientation for a while… Nevertheless, the verdict is in. The facts are certain. We don’t need another … pathetic story of long-term failure and loss from the ‘ex-gay’ movement to prove that homosexuality, like heterosexuality, is a permanent condition. Some few homosexuals … manage to live celibate lives… [or] manage somehow to pretend to be heterosexuals for a lifetime.” (Pg. 271)
This book will be “must reading” for anyone studying homosexuality and Christianity.