At last it seems to have happened. The Anglican Communion is split over homosexuality.
Anglican church schism declared over homosexuality - Telegraph
Hardline church leaders have formally declared the end of the worldwide Anglican communion, saying they could no longer be associated with liberals who ...
What should I feel?
I was raised an ‘anglican’, though in Uganda, they are called ‘protestants’. I had a serious crush on religion, and fell in love for a while, even declaring for Pentecostals. Now, well, now I am seated on the fence, not willing to commit to any religion, proud of my stance. I have no religion.
It has been a tough journey.
Once, (documented on this blog), I used to show a bitterness to Christianity. Unmet expectations. Ideals that seemed hollow to me. I was embittered by rejection of my self, as I saw it. Supposed religious leaders constantly harping about and demonizing me because of my sexuality.
Sigh. It has been a long journey.
So, now that the Anglican fellowship is split. (The signs were there, from way back. They would not sit and eat with others from across the waters. That was a potent one.) And they have rejected us. Us as in homosexuals.
About a week ago, there was a talk show on WBS. One of the local TV stations. Topic was homosexuality, and the Church of Uganda’s response. I listened, in part because my lover wanted to listen to it. He is a Catholic, and very religious- (or he was, until the bitterness from his church drove him to my uncertain side.) A Bishop, and another. Discussing the evils of homosexuality. And how the Church of Uganda has responded.
‘What about homosexual Ugandans?’ the presenter had the audacity to ask. ‘Where do they go after you have rejected them like that?’
‘No, we are not chasing homosexuals out of the church.’ The bishop answered quickly.
‘Homosexuals are also welcome in church. They are also children of God’
Yeah, I thought. We are also children of God. But you will not eat with us. You will not care about us. You will hold demonstrations and form the ‘Inter-faith Rainbow Coalition against Homosexuality’. Just in response to our declaring that we are human and we are alive. And you will break from your family, because they have the love to accept us.
Now, now, now. I am becoming bitter.
Cant help it. Sometimes I feel as loved as when Kimbowa says, ‘I love you, you homosexual.’ I feel very loved. Once I asked a church mate of his, Stanislaus, to show his love by not calling me homosexual. After all, I am black, but to call me a nigger is an insult. Stanislaus could not stoop to calling me gay. So, he disappeared from the blog!
Why am I wandering?
Its my lover. He is very religious. And he has been hurt by all this, though he is a Catholic. He has actually taken some months without going to Mass.
Yesterday, someone sent us a book about Gay Catholics. How can one be both gay and Catholic?? One of the books chapter headings!
My lover, it was love at first sight. He is serious with his religion. But, for me, I am empty of that, and I have no idea how to fill that gap in him.
It has been a long journey. Still going on.
Wish I could help him more. But then, how can one who admits to no religion help someone who believes? My lack of faith does not hurt me. I have learnt that it does not hurt me. He is experiencing rejection from the faith that he had considered, and brought to think of as the bedrock of all faith.
I cannot help him, except by holding him in my arms.
There is still a long way to go.