Gay Pride Post
Today is gay pride day, so I thought I'd post a great anecdote passed on from my stepfather.
I'll have to give some background. My stepfather grew up in a very poor family in a small town in East Texas. His father was a violent and manipulative alcoholic. When he was on a bender, my stepfather and his younger brother were often responsible for feeding the family; they would go out into the copperhead-infested swamp with rifles and kill game for dinner. At 15 he left home. He joined the Merchant Marines and later the Army, served out the Vietnam War as a medic in South Korea, then wandered for several decades.
Their family was involved in a high intensity brand of Charismatic Pentecostalism. They didn't have snake handling, but they did have exorcisms. They were very fond of casting out demons. The religion was one of the reasons my stepfather left home. The exorcisms really got to him.
The default demon was the demon of homosexuality. There was one young man in town who could be relied on for a good exorcism. Every week, he would confess to having homosexual thoughts. Then the preacher would cast out the demon. My stepfather explained that when this happened, the man would froth at the mouth and run around on all fours like a dog. And he kept coming back, and confessing, and getting exorcised, and frothing at the mouth, and running around on all fours like a dog, every week, for years. What an insane, terrifying, heart-breaking dysfunctional communal relationship. The other church-members weren't allowed to watch television, but I guess the exorcisms were better than television.
After a few decades of wandering, my stepfather came back one year to visit his family for Thanksgiving. While walking around town, he saw a man sitting in a convertible, looking very conspicuous in a fishnet shirt! It was the exorcised man! My stepfather ran up and said how glad he was to see him again... and how glad he was that they had both escaped. The man said he now lived in a gay neighborhood in Houston, and had made peace with his family and with himself.
From the depths of hatred to redemption and peace... it can happen.