When My Son Came Out (Part 1)

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The father/son college trip

We were sitting at an outside table at Starbucks on Spring Street on the third Sunday of Lent. As a family we’d been fasting sweets, except for Sundays (the 40 days of Lent don’t include Sundays), so Timothy was indulging in a double macchiato venti caramel tiramisu while I had my water and Katy drank coffee. We caught up on the day while the three of us were in line, and after we sat down Timothy looked right at us and said, “I bet you’re wondering why I brought you here today.”

In the pause that followed, it occurred to me that I did not in fact wonder why he had asked us out to Starbucks. I knew. And I’d let Katy know as well. We’d spent fifteen years pouring our lives into our son, helping him figure out who he was called to be, and we’d known for a while. And because I thought it might be helpful for him later in life to reflect on his coming out process, I had turned on the voice recorder on my phone (yes, I’m a bit ‘aggressive’ as my kids would say).

Timothy pressed on, “I’ve been thinking a lot lately and prayed about it, and I’ve gotten to the point where I’m pretty solid on it and wanted to share with you guys first that I’ve decided that I’m gay. Feel free to ask all the questions you want.”

“Well, I think it’s more important to tell you that I love you,” was my response.  He followed with, “I know – I’m not worried about that.”

A simple prompt kicked off the next hour: “Tell us about your journey and what it’s been like for you.”

He talked about feeling ‘different’ growing up.  He talked about his discipleship group and the helpful conversations about the scriptures around homosexuality.  He talked about his failed attempts to be attracted to girls.  He talked about feeling angst over the past few months as he came face to face with his sexuality, even praying “Father, take this cup from me.”  And then he talked about how his identity in Christ was his primary identity and his sexual identity was secondary.  He talked about feeling called to connect the Christian community and the gay community because there was such a great need for bridge people. I found myself saying, “Just remember that bridges get walked on.”

Katy and I listened. What a precious hour. We closed our time letting him know how courageous he was to share so vulnerably with us and how proud of him we were. Then we prayed together and headed home.

I felt awesome after that conversation. Not because I wanted my son to be gay – on the contrary – but because I’ve always wanted and worked towards having an authentic, open relationship with him and his sister.

There’s a lot more to share about Timothy’s coming out process (yes, it includes tears and yelling). I’ll post more next week. But that initial conversation was huge. As I reflect on it now, so many pieces of it set the trajectory for what followed.

(Read Part 2 of the story)

 

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Author: Bill White

I am a pastor at City Church of Long Beach, a friend to many LGBTQ people, and a conversation partner for people all over the spectrum of beliefs about how being LGBTQ and Christian fit together.

10 thoughts on “When My Son Came Out (Part 1)”

  1. Your children are so blessed to have you and Katy for parents!! Your understanding and compassion makes you such a wonderful father as well as a wonderful pastor!! Sending my love to you and your family!! God bless you all!!

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  2. It seems to me that one reason Timothy could display that kind of courage is because you and Katy have modeled it. Looking forward to reading more about the journey, brother.

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  3. This is a conversation all churches need to have. I love how loving you are. The love of God brings people to repentance, not the hate or judgement!!!

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