I’m a mother of three precious daughters and one equally precious son who happens to be gay.
I remember the moment he told me. Initially, I couldn’t breathe, but in an instant I knew what to do. I embraced him and told him I love him unconditionally and would support him always.
After that day, I began to view the world through a different set of eyes and ears. Listen and you can hear it too: Derogatory jokes, name calling and religious condemnation. To be gay means you have to be invisible to avoid discrimination.
I began to educate myself. I learned of families torn apart when gay children “came out” and then were thrown out. I read about a mother who could not forgive herself after rejecting her gay daughter who then committed suicide. I recalled Matthew Shepard, a college student who was tied to a fence for 18 hours and left to die, just because he was gay.
Some describe homosexuality as a lifestyle that is chosen. It is ridiculous to suggest that anyone would intentionally choose to do something that would bring so much misery.
Homosexuality is a sexual orientation, not a lifestyle.
Do you remember the day you chose to be a heterosexual? No. You just were.
We all are created by a loving God who said, “I have looked out on everything I have made and behold, it is very good.” Genesis 1:31.
My hope is that my son may marry someday, just like his sisters.
Don’t risk regretting a “yes” vote that caused hurt and pain for any of our children.