When I was a kid, my church boycotted Disney…
Not because of Disney’s overseas sweatshops…
Or because of their lack of on-screen racial diversity…
We weren’t even boycotting them because there appeared to be a giant, golden penis on the cover of one of their children’s movies…
The reason we boycotted Disney was because they offered health-care benefits to their employees’ same-sex partners.
Our anger was a righteous one. After all, was it not because of homosexuality that God utterly obliterated Sodom and Gomorrah…?
Disney wasn’t our only target. We had enough disgust to spread around to everyone.
We banned homosexuals from joining our churches, from teaching in our schools, from running for political office and even from buying our cakes.
We did everything in our power to isolate ourselves from them.
It was behind these walls that we constructed theories and collected rumors — then claimed to know everything there was to know about this group of people who we had no interaction.
Things like…
We also knew that…
And we knew that…
We also knew that…
And we knew ..
I believed what I heard in Sunday School …100 percent.
It wasn’t until I was an adult that I realized something. That old Bible story that was the gasoline to my righteous anger wasn’t even about homosexuality.
It was about God’s wrath toward a group of people who constructed walls and demonstrated hatred toward the vulnerable.
