Screen Shot 2015-07-31 at 3.18.21 PMTom Christofferson has recently moved from Connecticut and now divides his time between California and Utah.

After the LDS church’s response to the decision of the U.S. Supreme Court on same-sex marriage and then the response to the decision by the Boy Scouts of America to allow inclusion of gay scouting leaders, a dear friend of my former partner and I, who I will call Jim, sent a message to me, saying, among other things:

“You are now my life’s great mystery. Why you would break [your partner’s] heart and give up your manhood for this horrible, wretched, hateful crowd mystifies me. They have no respect for you or me or any gay person whatsoever. They make that clear at every juncture. Why can’t you just let go? It couldn’t be clearer that the Mormons don’t want gay people.”

How do you answer someone who loves you, and has for twenty years, and as an agnostic who was raised in a mainline Protestant faith, struggles to comprehend what could cause anyone to—in his view—give up everything in order to be part of a church hostile to gay people? Here is my attempt:

Dear Jim,

You and I were both raised in Christian religions with strong views about right and wrong, the nature of God, and the purpose of life. Since then, we have both been exposed to a much broader range of spiritual thinking, and have seen good and evil in the world, firsthand as well as at the distance of history.

I am certain neither of us sees the world the same way we did when we were eight, or fifteen, or even twenty-five. At the most basic level, as we have learned, had our perceptions challenged and stretched, experienced hard times and glorious times, we have had to synthesize our views of reality with our hopes and fears for a distant future and to come up with some kind of unifying theory of personal meaning.

That was what I meant when we were talking a few weeks ago and I said each of us chooses what we will believe and then, as we go along, we generally find things that will reinforce our choice, and also from time to time to challenge it, and so we keep refining and deepening what it is we have chosen to believe. Another name for that choice to believe is faith, which could be defined as trusting in something you cannot explicitly prove. (Paul, in his letter to the Hebrews said, “faith is the substance of things hoped for, the evidence of things not seen.”) In that sense, you and I both have faith, but our faith has different objects.

So, let me try to explain my faith.

I was raised in what I would call a devout Mormon family. My parents had strong faith in Jesus Christ, in the idea that God can and will continue to speak to His children, that He has once again called prophets and authorized them to administer ordinances necessary for salvation (such as baptism) and to speak in His name.

In my mid-twenties I could not see a place for a gay man in Mormondom, so I left. In so doing, some of my former beliefs, my faith, seemed no longer to apply and some beliefs just became dormant. At various times, I attended different churches and did some amount of study on world religions, but it seemed to me that simply trying to be a good person—one who was honest, kind, charitable, tried to avoid hurting others, and who might leave a small corner of the world a better place than he had found it—was a sufficient faith to embrace and follow.

In those years, I also comprehended faith in equal dignity based on my experience as a gay citizen of America in the bewildering early days of AIDS, as an employee of large corporations, as a neighbor in a community. I have faith that one skin color is not better than another, one gender is not superior, one sexual orientation of itself is not inherently right (or righteous).

And then, despite a very happy life, notwithstanding being incredibly fortunate in a career, being able to enjoy many of life’s satisfactions, and above all, the privilege of loving and being loved by an intelligent, gentle, warm-hearted man, I felt there must be more to life. As Langston Hughes wrote:

The ivory gods,
And the ebony gods,
And the gods of diamond and jade,
Sit silently on their temple shelves
While the people
Are afraid.

Yet the ivory gods,
And the ebony gods,
And the gods of diamond-jade,
Are only silly puppet gods
That the people themselves
Have made.

(“Gods” by Langston Hughes)

So for me, the “more” couldn’t be more of my own thinking, more philosophy, more good works, or more kindness, and prayer had to be more than meditation, it had to be access to the source, for direction, for guidance. And that is what I found in the faith of my childhood, not because it was familiar, like comfort food for the soul, not because it is the uniting bond of my family (although it is) but because unlike the dogmas I had absorbed along the way, there I found at least some of the answers to new questions arising from my life journey. In The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, Jesus Christ became very real to me. Not the diminishing platitudes: Master teacher, great prophet, authority of a universal moral code. But the only begotten Son of our Father, the only perfect man, who voluntarily atoned in the Garden of Gethsemane and on the cross for all sin and suffering that had occurred or ever would occur in the world.

“Which suffering caused myself, even God, the greatest of all, to tremble because of pain, and to bleed at every pore, and to suffer both body and spirit—and would that I might not drink the bitter cup, and shrink—

“Nevertheless, glory be to the Father, and I partook and finished my preparations unto the children of men” (D&C 19:18-19)

To the center of my being, I know this is true. I know the only response I can possibly provide to His offering on my behalf is to do all that I can to make my life, the person I become, reflect the depth of my gratitude and love. To me, some of the most profound words of poetry to be found are those we sing in the hymn, “How Great Thou Art”:

“And when I think, that God, His Son not sparing;
Sent Him to die, I scarce can take it in;
That on the Cross, my burden gladly bearing,
He bled and died to take away my sin.
Then sings my soul, My Saviour God to Thee,
How great Thou Art, How great Thou Art!”

(Carl Gustav Boberg, translated by Stuart K. Hine)

The Jewish writer Amy-Jill Levine calls the parables of the New Testament “short stories by Jesus”. I find two of them helpful in trying to convey what I have found:

The kingdom of heaven is like treasure hidden in a field. When a man found it, he hid it again, and then in his joy went and sold all that he had, and bought that field.

Again, the kingdom of heaven is like a merchant looking for fine pearls.

When he had found one of great value, he went away and sold everything he had and bought it.

(Matthew 13:44-46, NIV)

These two short parables teach the same lesson—the kingdom of heaven is of inestimable value. That kingdom where all will live again, where loved ones are reunited, where all knowledge is available, where perfect unity of hearts and minds is found, where poverty is not. The treasure and the pearl represent Jesus Christ and the salvation He offers. I can neither buy nor earn my way to that kingdom; rather, Jesus Christ has paid that price for all; to show my love and gratitude I am impelled to do all I can to become like Him.

Does that give you a glimpse of why for years I prayed that the person I love most in the world would also come to perceive what I had found? Over those years, as I traveled the path of feeling more and more drawn to the course of discipleship, I had assumed throughout this life I would be limited in the things I could do within this church because of the commitments I had made to my partner about our lives together. Because of his love for me, he said he would not stand in my way of becoming a member in good standing of this church. While I continue to hope and pray these two parts of my life can somehow be united, my partner’s love has made it possible for me to achieve at least one desire; my love for him means I daily plead with God for his happiness, wherever he may find it.

And so here we are: I am a member of a church that you see as horrible, wretched and hateful to gay people. And yet, I love my Latter-day Saint brothers and sisters for their eagerness to help one another and the wider world, I love them for their devotion to duty, I love them for their reverence for things sacred. As I love my gay brothers and sisters for their zest for life, I love their humor and sensitivity to others, I love their rainbow diversity and their optimism for a better tomorrow. I carry two passports; my heart holds North and South, and this war does not feel civil to me! I know as a church we can do better, we can be more expansive in our welcoming embrace and our loving acceptance. You said that it couldn’t be clearer that the Mormons don’t want gay people. But they need to want us, they need the courage we bring, they need our talent and loyalty. And we need the soul-stretching, the enlightening, we need our sights raised. I am far from perfect, but I can help in that effort simply by being a person with a North and South heart. I cannot stop loving either of my tribes. And I cannot stop praying they will learn to love each other. The path forward is not always clear, so by necessity as well as by choice, I walk in faith.

My purpose has not been to convince you, but I hope you might have some empathy for the depth of my feeling about this journey, and my sense that any price I may pay simply pales in comparison to the gift I have received.

With my love, and my deep gratitude for your friendship,

Tom

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13 comments

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    Shara Mitchell

    I loved this post. Thank you so much, Tom, for sharing your heart on this topic.

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    Josh

    Tom, there is so much wisdom in this writing. My understanding was deepened what you shared. Thank you.

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    Brian C. Hales

    Carry on! May the Lord bless you!

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    Marie

    Beautiful post! Inspired by your love and discipleship!

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    Reina

    I loved this!! Thank you for sharing this. We can never have enough kindness and love to go around. BTW, my son is in the MTC, going to Ukraine and his companion, who he speaks of very highly, is your cousin’s son, I believe :)

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    Pat

    Tom I am deeply moved and impressed by the profound testimony you have of our Savior and His Atonement. I cannot imagine what you went through to come back to the Church even though it entailed great sacrifices on your part. I truly hope that those two parts of your heart and of many people’s hearts, can somehow be melded together in harmony. Because of your article I am now signed up to this blog, in the hope that what I learn here I can share with other members of the Church and that we can all grow in compassion and understanding.

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    Lynn

    Thank you so much for the post and for the empathy, wisdom, and faith I could feel coming through as I read it. I made me decide to try even harder to be more empathetic and kind. :)

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    Susan

    I am without words, which is unusual for me. I feel the Spirit flowing from your words. I am moved.

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    Rex

    I appreciate the love you are showing to both sides and I always sincerely hope that the two sides can figure out how to love each other.

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    Gary W. Lacock

    All I can say is thank you, thank you for your desire to understand yourself, your relationship to Heavenly Father and mankind. I appreciate you sharing your story. It encourages me to seek to better understand the human condition knowing that one day as we following the Savior we will become one.

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    Suzy Gustafson

    Beautifully written. Thank you for your insight and for sharing a very personal part of your life.

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    Laurie Campbell

    I commented on this post elsewhere because I was impressed. Since then, I have become even more impressed by how people “from the North and from the South” are touched by it. Hopefully we can continue to inspire larger crowds and create places of safety rather than rock throwing. Thanks, Tom, for setting a Christlike example. (And this is part of my respite from SSA-related stuff. Go figure.)

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    Mandy

    In this world full of enmity. I thank you for sharing this. It is heartbreaking and uplifting. You are an example to me. Thank you!