Even after all these years, it catches me off guard like stepping on a wasp in the soft green grass of springtime.
Reading those stealth-bomber words in an email: It was so good to see you again! But I was also overcome with sadness to see the path that you have taken. It is not God’s way!
I know you’re just living your faith. I know you’re speaking what you truly genuinely believe to be God’s words. And I really honor you for that.
But don’t be sad for me, and don’t tell me my life is not God’s way just because you’ve realized my life partner is a woman.
What you haven’t looked for is my story. The story that tells you that I tried to take that other path — the one of self-rejection and self-denial. The story that tells you that my self-rejection couldn’t be separated from God-rejection. The story that tells you that path (the one you believe is Right for me) broke my spirit and left me sitting so far away from Love that I couldn’t find God.
So don’t be sad for me, because the path that I have taken is the only one that allows me to Love. In the truest, most spiritual sense of the word.
And it’s in how we Love that we show the heart of soul of God.
The connection to the Friend
is secret and very fragile.
The image of that friendship
is in how you love, the grace
and delicacy, the subtle talking
together, in full prostration,
outside of time. When you’re
there, remember the fierce
courtesy of the one with you.
God has many faces. Love wears them all.