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June 30, 2005 West Tennessee Catholic |
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Ministry meets need in diocese
In 1997 the Bishops of the United States issued a document
entitled, Always Our Children: A Pastoral Message to
Parents of Homosexual Children and Suggestions for Pastoral
Ministers. The message was developed by the Bishop's
Committee on Marriage and Family.
The message speaks to parents, and notes that if parents
learn that one of their children has a homosexual orientation,
they will probably face a challenging, confusing time marked
by the emotions of anger, relief, guilt and fear. The purpose
of their document, the Bishops stated was "to offer loving
support, reliable guidance, and recommendations for
ministries" that would be suitable to the needs of parents and
to their gay and lesbian children.
Always Our Children is an outstretched hand of the
bishops' Committee on Marriage and Family to parents and other
family members, offering them a fresh look at the grace
present in family life and the unfailing mercy of Christ our
Lord."
The Bishops also underscored the teaching of the
Catechism of the Catholic Church that states that
homosexual persons "must be accepted with respect, compassion
and sensitivity."
Always Our Children develops the theme of acceptance
in three parts. It notes that parents need to accept
themselves and their own struggle; to accept and love their
child; and to accept God's revelation about human dignity and
sexuality as a prerequisite to understanding homosexuality in
a person's life. "Your child may need you and the family now
more than ever," the Bishops said.
"He or she is still the same person. This child, who has
always been God's gift to you, may now be the cause of another
gift: your family becoming more honest, respectful and
supportive."
The principles that are reflected in Always Our
Children are among the principles guiding the new ministry
to gay and lesbian persons in the Diocese of Memphis.
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May 19, 2005 West Tennessee
Catholic
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Church is home to all people of God
By Bishop J. Terry Steib, S.V.D.
Within the past few months, I have done a lot of thinking
about the Church as "home." As "home," the Church is not just
a building; it is also a community of faith, the gathering of
the faithful, the "people of God."
In baptism, we are received into God's family, and church
is the home where that family gathers to celebrate God's
unconditional love. Throughout our lives, church is the home
where together we mark the pivotal moments, those moments that
tell us who God is and who we are because of God's love. With
other members of the family of God, we are like homing pigeons
returning time and time again to celebrate births and deaths,
baptisms and marriages, confirmations and the Eucharist. These
sacramental moments are spent together in addition to our
regular "family" gatherings at Sunday liturgies, pastoral
council meetings, Scripture studies, choir rehearsals, adult
faith formation sessions, youth groups and so many other vital
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But as I have reflected on the Church as home, I have
become more acutely aware of the number of people _ the number
of Catholics _ who are no longer comfortable in their home. In
fact, some are no longer certain that the Church is their
home. Sometimes it is the circumstances of life that cause
people to feel estranged or separated. Occasionally it is a
misunderstanding of the Church's teachings that keeps people
away. Often, individuals hide a deep pain that is rooted in
knowing that, for whatever reason, their lives do not conform
to other people's lives; or worse, they feel that who they are
is unacceptable.
Recently I met with such people. Many of them were born
into Catholic families, baptized as infants and attended
Catholic schools. They have embraced the faith handed on to
them. Others, through the examples of friends and having felt
called by God, became Catholics through the Rite of Christian
Initiation of Adults. For all of them, being Catholic is at
the core of who they are. At the same time, they are people
who are not sure of "their place" in their home. They are
people _ wonderful, good Catholic people _ who are gay and
lesbian.
On two occasions, we came together to listen. At a first
meeting, there were gay and lesbian persons. At a second
meeting, there were Catholic parents of adult gay or lesbian
persons. Among the parents were Catholics who have spent their
lives as active members of the Church, helping to make it a
welcoming home for many. They have given generously of
themselves, even though they knew that their own children felt
unwelcome. These parents of gay and lesbian Catholics are
extremely proud of their children. They see their goodness and
their giftedness, but they also see the loneliness of their
gay and lesbian children as no one else sees it.
As I listened, I could not help wondering: how deep is our
river of faith if we are not actively working to be sure that
all are welcome in their own home _ the home given to each of
us when we became members of God's family through baptism? How
far will we go to ensure that all are valued for the unique
gift each one is? How much, I asked myself, will we allow our
hearts to grow if we simply lay aside preconceived notions of
who does or does not belong? And finally, I wondered: how
great will God's love be in each one of us if we follow the
example of Jesus who loved all, lived for all, and died for
all?
We are called to BE church to one another, to be God's
family to one another. In giving us this Church, God has given
us a spiritual home here on earth. This spiritual home is to
be a precursor of the home we will have for eternity when all
walls have come down and we are truly and completely dwelling
in union with God and with one another. Our task while we are
in this earthly home is to do all we can to help each other
grow into the home we will share in heaven.
To be sure that we do not leave anyone behind, to be sure
that all are welcome in their own home, and to be sure that we
promote genuine gratitude and reverence for the gift that each
one of us is to the Church, we have begun to lay the
foundations for a diocesan ministry with Catholic gay and
lesbian persons.
A brief look at history _ from slavery to the "march of
tears" of our Native American sisters and brothers to the
grape strikes in California _ reminds us that God's work is
always hampered when human beings are afraid of differences in
each other. A new ministry with gay and lesbian persons will
push open even further the door to promoting understanding and
compassion among all of us. It will open the door to "home"
for many who are an important part of who we are, and to a
segment of our family that has been apart from us for too
long.
The message of Jesus is clear: "Love one another as I have
loved you." In my meetings with gay and lesbian Catholics, I
told them that God does not withhold love from any of us. I
believe that wholeheartedly. God's love is unconditional and
that is the gift God offers us in Christ Jesus: the gift of
loving each other with that same Godly and unconditional
love.
Please pray for this ministry. Participate in the work of
welcoming the entire family into the home which is our Church,
where all are embraced by God's unconditional love. Let us all
dare to love as God loves.
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May 19, 2005 West Tennessee Catholic |
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STEPHEN
By Millicent Cobb
The following personal reflection was written by
Millicent Cobb, a Cathedral parishioner. Millicent was one of
the parents who shared her journey of faith with Bishop Steib
in preparation for the establishment of the new diocesan
Catholic Ministry With Gay and Lesbian Persons.
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When Stephen was born, his father hung a star on his
bedroom door as a welcome home sign saying, "A Star is born."
He did indeed have all the potential to be a star. He was a
poet, artist, musician and wonderful human
being.
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Growing up Steve was the middle child in a family of six.
He had two older brothers, two younger brothers and a sister
who was doted upon in our male dominated family. From the time
he began to walk and talk, Steve never met a stranger. His
father was a career Army officer so every few years the family
was on the move from New York to Texas, Oklahoma to Germany,
to Maryland and back to Texas. I loved being a mother. When
their father was overseas, I managed home and family alone.
Throughout their lives my children knew love and pain.
But this is a story about Steve's
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"Happy Tuesday! Love Steve" were the words inscribed on the
tiny card tucked inside the cheerful bouquet of colorful
spring flowers. I'll never forget the feeling of sheer joy as
I carried the fragile turquoise vase filled with its pretty
array of pinks, yellows, violet and purple blooms popping out
amid lush green leaves and ivory baby breath. Steve, a college
freshman now was like that all of his life. As a toddler, he
helped himself to a fist-full of flowers from a neighbor's
garden. "For you," he said with a smile. Fortunately, the
neighbor was an understanding friend.
As Steve grew older, there were songs sung as he plunked an
old guitar. Notes he had written were placed by the coffee pot
for me to find in the morning.
Before knowing what the words meant, Steve began hearing
fairy and flake; queer came into play later. Trying to protect
him as a child was difficult. As an adult, it was impossible.
Looking back and searching for the truth I must honestly admit
I asked the wrong questions, made the wrong comments and
ignored the obvious. There was a comfort zone during the short
period that he dated a lovely girl named Susan. During times
of family celebrations and gatherings, Steve watched as his
brothers came home with their wives and children.
It was at Steve's sister's wedding that there were clues of
a downward spiral. He seemed depressed and when questioned by
his aunt, he replied he wanted to go back to "his own." She
tried to encourage him by stating: "You are with your own."
But she knew what he meant; he wasn't fitting in with this
world of couples.
I believe Steve began to separate himself from his family
when he identified himself as the Prodigal son in a poem that
he wrote to his family asking forgiveness for the
self-destructive path he was on. The drugs, the unpaid debts,
and the deceit widened the gap between him and his family. I
have often thought that if Steve could have zeroed in on his
gifts and talents rather than on his sexual orientation that
his path would have been a brighter one. But then, I have to
share in the responsibility for the stereotyping, the denial,
the desire for conformity, the silence when what might have
been expressed was acceptance of his homosexuality and his
friends. What was communicated to Steve was that he was not
"OK".
Feb. 20, 1988 was a bright and sunny Saturday morning. The
telephone rang and my life was forever changed. "Steve is
dead. He committed suicide last night," the caller said. At
twenty-nine years of age, my son was gone forever. At Steve's
wake and funeral his family reached out to his friends with
love and compassion. They were welcomed into their homes and
hearts with gratitude for their love and caring of Steve. I
wondered then if it could have been different. I wondered
whether he would have seen that his friends could have
measured up to his hopes if only he would have brought them
home or to his sister's wedding. Might there have been
acceptance that would have dismissed his fears of rejection?
Instead I only felt regret that we apparently hadn't given him
the kind of hope that made room for such love and acceptance.
Stephen's life and death have made me more sensitive to the
gay community and more welcoming of their love and friendship.
I pray that as a family, a church, and a community we won't
wait until it's too late. I have learned with every fiber of
my being that if there is judgement of a person, there is no
room for love.
Stephen was "born a star." He is still a star shining
brightly for us to remember the precious gift of his life and
all life. I love him. I miss him. I will continue to pray that
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