As the State of Minnesota became embroiled in a debate over a Constitutional Amendment that would prohibit same-sex couples from marrying, Plymouth Congregational Church in downtown Minneapolis began hosting monthly Sunday evening inter-faith servicescalled Healing Minnesotafor those seeking respite from the fray, a time for reflection, and the support of friends and colleagues in a safe environment. Speakers at these services have included Minneapolis mayor, a prominent rabbi, a Catholic priest, a national organizer for GLBT rights, and other clergy.
As Senior Minister at Plymouth, I knew that I would be called upon to speak at one of these services. I also was coming to a turning point in my own life. Spurred by a major depression six years ago, I had undertaken to face issues about my own sexuality, issues about which I had always been conscious but which I had steadfastly kept private… secret. I realized that if I was to speak with any integrity about the so-called Marriage Amendment, I would need to be more open about my own story. Just as important, I knew that my own spiritual growth depended on my owning that story.
What follows is the homily I delivered at a Healing Minnesota service on March 25, 2012:
TELLING THE TRUTH
[Jesus said] So have no fear of them; for nothing is covered up that will not be uncovered, and nothing secret that will not become known. 27What I say to you in the dark, tell in the light; and what you hear whispered, proclaim from the housetops. 28Do not fear those who kill the body but cannot kill the soul; rather fear him who can destroy both soul and body in hell. *29Are not two sparrows sold for a penny? Yet not one of them will fall to the ground unperceived by your Father. 30And even the hairs of your head are all counted. 31So do not be afraid; you are of more value than many sparrows.
(Matthew 10:26-31)
At one point in her triumphant novel, My Antonia, Willa Cather has Antonia speaking to her life-long friend, Jim Burden. Because I share that characters given name, I have always felt as though Antonia is speaking to me when she says, Aint it wonderful, Jim, how much people can mean to one another? Well, it is wonderful. It is more wonderful than I can say. And just now I am thinking about a small group of peoplefriends, colleagues, my wife and daughters, who have been helpful to me in writing this talk, in telling this story. Im pretty sure that it would still be stuck in my throat if it were not for them, their insights, their patience, their encouragement, and their love. Wonderful. Wonderful.
Will you pray with me? Holy One, split my words open, like logs for the fire. Eternal one, be the conflagration that consumes our hearts and makes them new. Amen.
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I am no longer able, with any integrity, to claim the label straight. I dont know if there is a better word, but that one never fit me. It always harbored a secret. And its privileges and protections, which I have benefited from, now seem odiously fraudulent and personally damning.
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I wonder whether there is a more tender, more impressionable age than 13, 14. Do you remember? The loves at that ageeven if they only last a few weeksfeel deep and thrilling and eternal. The hurts really hurt. A word of praise from the right person is like a golden goblet from which one can drink again and again… and a harsh word is like an eternal gall. And at the heart of it all there is a growing awakening to an inner life, parts of which are glorious, and parts of which are dark and need to be keptone knows instinctivelysecret. But, the scripture says, nothing [is] secret that will not be known.
In 1961, when I was 14 (and yes, Ill pause now so that you can do the math), a short film was shown to the boys in our 8th grade class in South Pasadena, California. The film was entitled Boys Beware, and it was a cautionary piece that consisted of four vignettes depicting homosexual men as twisted, dangerous, and predatory creatures who preyed on, and sometimes murdered, teenage boys. Over some creepily cheery Leave It To Beaver type music, you watched as young Mike got in the car of an older stranger, while the narrator intoned, and that night, Mike traded his life for a newspaper headline. I watched the film again online a couple of months ago and I remembered, as though it were yesterday, the snickering of my friends in the audience, and I remembered that I feltwithout understanding whyan inky wave of shame wash over me. You see, there was a ninth-grade boyhis name was Richand I felt… well, what was it I felt about him? I guess youd have to call it a crush. Yes, thats it, a crush. It was, for me, the first of those romantic, erotic storms that most of us have weathered in our lives. So, I wondered, if I felt that about Rich, what was the film saying about me?
Perhaps it legitimately saved some boy from trusting the wrong person. Perhaps. And if so, thats to the good. But how many other boys like me13, 14 years old, with all the inner uncertainty of that early adolescencewere taught to loathe ourselves, our secret feelings, and to recoil in fear at the possibility that we might turn into one of the slimy creatures depicted on the screen? And so a real, and good, and ineradicable part of me went underground, sought shelter, and trembled with fear. I doubt whether todays schoolyard brutes have anything on the culturally-approved bullying embodied in that film, its ilk, and the attitudes behind it. It made sure that I would keep my secret. But, the scripture says, nothing [is] secret that will not be known.
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Do we really imagine that the Creator who filigrees the leaf and whose palette is infinite and whose imagination is growing faster than the expanding universe can only come up with a handful of sexualities and that each of us must belong to one of those?
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Another story. In the first summer of my marriage, my wife Sam and I had a job running a coffee house in the basement of a Methodist Church in Armonk, NY. Our work was underwritten by an anti-drug campaign, and we were to provide such wholesome entertainment and community for local teenagers that they would instantly turn away from drugs. My God, how naïve we were! At some point that summer, two young men began frequenting the coffee house. They were obviously a couple and were quite open in their displays of affection for one another. When word about this reached the pastor of the church, he called me into his office and ordered me to ban that couple from the coffee house. Newly married, needing the job, intimidated by the pastors position, I caved. I met with the two lovers and, rationalizing that polite words might somehow soften what was essentially a violent action, I told them that we just couldnt have them at the coffee house any more. I remember them being disarmingly gracious and accepting of this, and as I left them, I had the distinct realization that they had held the high ground and that I had betrayed something important… that, in fact, I had just betrayed myself. That, too, was a secret. But, the scriptures say, nothing [is] secret that will not be known.
There is no straight line to be drawn from my hot-coal shame of seeing the film to my failure of nerve in the coffee house to the person I am today. Nothing is really that clear to me. Our sexualitymy sexualityis a Jackson Pollock tangle that defies simple answers, simple descriptions, simple emotions. Like a dense and exuberant thrill of paint splayed across a canvas, it refuses to be defined, even by minds that fear and resist the untrammeled inventiveness of the Creator. The energy that was quickened in me once by another male was driven underground, but it never left and still vibrates in me, and at the same time, I revel in my forty-year marriage to a woman who always makes my heart beat faster and who blesses my body and whom I love more with each passing day.
From where I stand, few things are as damaging as the conceit that each of us must somehow fit a neat categoryG, L, B, T, Q, S… whatever. Do we really imagine that the Creator who filigrees the leaf and whose palette is infinite and whose imagination is growing faster than the expanding universe can only come up with a handful of sexualities and that each of us must belong to one of those? On the contrary, I have found in my own life that sexuality is more like a fingerprinta whirling, beautiful, and absolutely unique mixture of attractions, affections, gender identifications, and erotic tendencies. I know this: that though my life choices and my commitments remainhappily, firmlywhat they have always been, at this point in my life I am no longer able, with any integrity, to claim the label straight. I dont know if there is a better word, but that one never fit me. It always harbored a secret. And its privileges and protections, which I have benefited from, now seem odiously fraudulent and personally damning. As the scriptures say, nothing [is] secret that will not be known.
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All the law can do is attempt to hide or suppress some of loves expressions so that there is an illusion of homogeneity in the culture. It wont work. What will be hidden will be revealed. So, dear friends, let us have no fear. And let uswhether early in our life or latecome to love
ourselves as God loves usjust as we are.
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In coming to this, I have had any number of exemplars, heroes, including some of you in this room. You are heroes for your honesty, heroes for your courage, heroes for your hope, heroes for your indomitable joy. Bless you for the example you give us all. Bless you for opening the way for others. Bless you for your patience with others of us who have been slower to muster our courage. Bless you for reminding us of a God who simply will not be constrained by narrow human notions of what makes a whole and healthy human being. You have claimed an identitynot to hew to arbitrary categories, but to rightly celebrate yourself and the person God made you to be. Let me say it again: Bless you for the gift you are to the world.
Jesus said, For have no fear of them, for there is nothing covered that will not be uncovered, nothing secret that will not become known. I used to tremble at those words. They always felt threatening, like an invasion. But no more. I feel that my own life, all 65 years of it, has been a slow uncoveringsometimes graceful, sometimes tortureda life revealing itself to me, to my wife and lover and partner, Sam, to my friends, to my colleagues, to the world. Not a revealing in just one dimension, but in a hundred dimensions. And the adolescent shame and the self-betrayals of early adulthood simply do not have the power over me that they once had. Have no fear of them, Jesus said, and slowly, slowly, the fear is abating. To say that I dont fit someone elses narrow and rigid categoriesgay or straight, masculine or feminine, believer or doubter, liberal or conservativeis to say, simply, that I am, that I am made in the image of the infinitely becoming God, and that it is all, by the grace of God, good, and worthy of being uncovered. Of course, the secret, once revealed, will not be hidden again. But neither must it be held continuously for public view. Weall of usdeserve our privacy. Mine, I know, is important to me.
We gather as a community, as a people, who wait expectantly for the reign of love in all its manifestations. We know that if even a hundreda thousandconstricting amendments are passed they will not changeeven by a hairs breadththe ways in which people love or the ways in which they gather into families. The love will always be there; the familiesin every configurationwill endure. All the law can do is attempt to hide or suppress some of loves expressions so that there is an illusion of homogeneity in the culture. It wont work. The secret will be known; what has been hidden will be revealed: namely, that the ways of love and family and of sexuality are infinitely varied. So, dear friends, let us have no fear. Let us celebrate the creative God who is alive in each of us, especially in the revealing, the unfolding, the opening of our stories one to another. And let uswhether early in our life or latecome to love ourselves as God loves usjust as we are.
Amen.
Check out the entire National Coming Out Week series, featuring the stories of LGBTQ candidates for ordained ministry, with an introduction from Rev. Mieke Vandersall in “Telling Our Stories: We Are Pastors Who Happen To Be Gay“
Jim Gertmenian is a graduate of Oberlin College and Union Theological Seminary and has served Presbyterian and UCC pastorates in New York, Connecticut, and Minnesota. He is currently in his 17th year as Senior Minister at Plymouth Congregational Church in Minneapolis. He is one of the founders of the Plymouth Church Neighborhood Foundation which has produced more than $50 million worth of housing for homeless and low-income people since 2000. In addition, he is a hymn-writer, and a number of his works appear in various denominational hymnals. He is married to Susan Deborah King, a poet and retreat leader.
I am so touched by Rev. Gertmenian’s words, especially because I know they couldn’t have come easily. In my work at Presbyterian Welcome with other LGBTQ people seeking ordination in the PC(USA) we spend a lot of time thinking about the complexities of coming out in hostile environments. The decision is that much more difficult for those of us who do not fit neatly into the categories others prefer. I am grateful for Jim’s bravery in coming out in an authentically ambiguous way, witnessing to the truth that God’s creation of human sexuality and gender is a beautiful mystery made in her wondrous image.
John, you’re so right. There is something deeply beautiful and brave about Rev. Gertmenian’s willingness to dwell in the undefined, complex, ambiguity of sexuality, gender, and identity. And more than just that – to proclaim it and invite us to occupy that space as well. While, at the same time, he goes on to acknowledge the power for many in claiming an identity marker: “You have claimed an identity—not to hew to arbitrary categories, but to rightly celebrate yourself and the person God made you to be. Let me say it again: Bless you for the gift you are to the world.”
I am so grateful for your work with Presbyterian Welcome – may we have many more sermons that celebrate our many God-created identities and bodies!
Thank you, Rev. Jim Gertmenian, for this powerful, heartfelt and inspiring sermon shared now with the whole world through Unbound. Thank you for saying to me and all who take the time to read your message, “let us have no fear” particularly in these days. Thank you for reminding us of Jesus’ great commandment to “come to love ourselves as God loves us — just as we are.” What you shared is so simple and I often wonder why those of us in the Church have placed barriers rather than bridges to this awareness and blessing from God. Your sermon and your candor help build a bridge and tear down barriers. Surely we’re all children of God, created in the image of God, unconditionally loved by God and that God’s grace is a gift for all persons, regardless of human differences. I wish you, your family and your Plymouth church family all the best. with gratitude, Michael J. Adee, Santa Fe, New Mexico
Thank you, Rev. Gertmenian for this beautiful sermon. And thank you Unbound for sharing it! My parents live in St. Paul, and I was just visiting them. During that time I saw a lot of action taking place in faith communities calling for marriage equality. I’m so happy people of faith are gathering together not just to fight the proposed amendment but also for healing and understanding. Also, I’m going to steal your prayer for illumination. What a great image!
Thank you.
Dear Rev. Gertmenian,
Thank you for sharing your powerful and moving sermon! I have been paying attention to the marriage equality movement across the US this year (including Minnesota) and I am so glad to hear the faith community (including your Church) is taking an active stand against codified homophobia and inequality! I was particularly moved when you noted that, “[t]o say that I don’t fit someone else’s narrow and rigid categories—gay or straight, masculine or feminine, believer or doubter, liberal or conservative—is to say, simply, that I am, that I am made in the image of the infinitely becoming God, and that it is all, by the grace of God, good, and worthy of being uncovered.” I remember struggling to make sense of my orientation and to find a perfect label — a struggle that many people go through when starting to understand non-heterosexual feelings. I hope that your approach and model of leadership will spread as the progressive faith community continues to work for equality for all members of the Church.
Thank you,
David
I really appreciate the way this sermon speaks to the beautiful complexities of sexuality. I especially like the comparison of sexuality to a Jackson Pollock painting. The sermon has led me to reflect on courage and the different forms it can take in the lives of people who identify as LGBTQ. Rev. Jim Gertmenian speaks of himself among people who have “been slower to muster our courage.” He also expresses gratitude to others for their exemplary courage. To nuance this discourse on courage, I think that courage can manifest itself in different ways depending on one’s social/religious contexts. Perhaps, sometimes courage comes in the form of bravely navigating the different social/religious contexts of one’s life, and discerning how one will self-disclose in those contexts. There are many courageous people who may not be as vocal about their identity as others for reasons of context.
Darnell L. Moore’s two-part series on the potentially liberating concept of “inviting in” as an alternative to the concept of “coming out” provides a meaningful complement to this sermon: http://thefeministwire.com/2012/07/coming-out-or-inviting-in-reframing-disclosure-paradigms-part-i/ and http://thefeministwire.com/2012/07/coming-out-or-inviting-in-part-ii/
Reading these articles helped me develop my thoughts on courage.
I am grateful for the courage and the vulnerability of Jim Germenian’s sermon. He sets the bar high for the rest of us so that we might get over our “pastoral” silence (that is, our fear of offending anyone) and come into the public conversation with our own stories and the the big story of God’s extravagant love and unboundaried welcome.
Reading Jim Gertmenian’s moving sermon is a reminder that all of the greatest prophets also are poets. They deal in both truth and beauty, like two steps of the same dance. So it is no surprise that Jim’s testimony to his own experience–and to his faith–is both truthful and beautiful. It could not be otherwise.