My recollection is that I presented a most intriguing dilemma to the leadership of New Hope Ministries. They had all these ideas for what caused men to be attracted to other men … and I seemed to defy them all.
Gay men were never very good at sports … but I had played baseball and basketball all growing up, played Varsity basketball and on the Varsity swim team and LOVED football with a passion.
Gay men hadn’t had a very close relationship with their fathers … but my father was my coach for little leagues all while growing up. We hiked, and camped, and wrestled and played practical jokes all throughout my childhood years.
Gay men had “unnaturally” close relationships with their mothers … well, THAT part was true! But my mother developed cancer when I was 7 and died when I was 11. So I had never had that sort of doting maternal presence they were describing through my teenage years.
I HAD been molested at age 13, however, and after my mother died my dad and I grew further and further apart when he remarried and devoted his time to work and his new wife. Things got so bad between us during my high school years that I had even asked him to let another family from church legally adopt me.
So this was what leadership at New Hope Ministries latched onto … THIS was the reason for my gayness (because it couldn’t POSSIBLY be natural in their minds)! Healing would come for me through working on my relationship with my dad and letting go of the bitterness I harbored toward him about the years after my mom’s death.
That doesn’t sound like a typical “Dad” thing to do … endless talking and processing about what “turned” their son gay.
I give my Dad credit though … he showed up and we talked, a lot!
I remember visiting him in San Jose, where I had grown up, and we were sharing breakfast at our favorite old time breakfast joint on Saratoga Avenue. It looked like a giant Wienershnitzel restaurant with a large A-framed, red metal roof … and they had the best pancakes in town!
Pancakes had always been a bonding thing between us … even in our bad years, my dad spent every single Saturday morning making various types of pancakes for me and my siblings: blueberry, banana, chocolate chip, etc. It was a tradition that I am sure he got from his mother, as my Grandma Hall was famous for her killer pancake recipe!
We were talking over pancakes and my dad opened up to me about his own insecurities and regrets around parenting. He deeply regretted how he felt he had let me down after mom’s death … but he shared with me how much more he regretted not having been a better dad to some of his older children. That with me he had actually been able to be a good dad, but that he had failed some of my older siblings who had become estranged.
I will never forget the vulnerability he showed … and I could look back at my childhood and truly appreciate and cherish the fact that he HAD been a wonderful dad. He was like a super-hero to me. I had looked up to my dad so much, and it was healing to be able to remember that.
My dad and I spent many hours talking like that during my time at New Hope, and I do give them credit for initiating that and the improved relationship we have as a result. It did not, however, “take the gay away”. I still was just as attracted to men as I had always been … their “cure” in theory was exactly that, a theory.
My dad had a hard time around me coming out as a gay man. I remember we had a conversation where he repeated some of the teachings of New Hope Ministries to me … how if I had no attraction to women I would just need to be celibate. I think he was surprised by my defensive response. I said,
“That’s interesting, Dad, because according to the Bible you weren’t even supposed to have gotten married again. You had a divorce for reasons other than your spouse’s infidelity … so if I have to be celibate then so do you.”
Silence echoed over the phone line … and my dad never spoke to me about this again. I know he had a very hard time with the church over being a missionary who had been divorced … my hope was that perhaps this gave him a new perspective.
Over the years, my dad and I have had many more meaningful conversations. There was one family Thanksgiving where I became incredibly angry at one of my brothers. My dad and I had a car ride and I vented,
“Dad, sometimes I feel like I just don’t FIT in this family. Even as a kid, I always remember being different … that I had to TRY just to fit in!”
I had expected my dad to be defensive … instead all he said was,
“I know, son … I know.”
We drove in silence for a while … and strangely that was exactly what I needed right then. His understanding and acceptance of where I was. I never thought silence could be so bonding.
Just a few years ago I had a dramatic spiritual transformation. I remembered that my dad had been a highly successful engineer and he left it all behind to become a missionary. So I asked him what had been his moment … that transformative moment that caused him to devote his whole life to God. We talked for well over an hour and he told me all about his past … what his life had been like.
Moments like these are interspersed with the playful joshing and wrestling that returned into our connection once we had worked through those painful high school years. I am grateful for these moments, even if they aren’t as frequent as I might like any more.
My dad has his faults, just like I have mine. He lives in an “out of sight, out of mind” world where we rarely have any contact unless we are face to face. I look at my partner and he is an incredibly involved father to his kids still, and they are all older than I am. He talks to them on the phone weekly, spends holidays with them and so on.
The tendency to compare, and wish that my dad would be like that, exists … I do wish that. I would love nothing more than to have that kind of a relationship with my dad.
However … I am grateful for my dad. I am grateful for the childhood he and my mother gave me. I am grateful for the time and effort he put into working through the various issues we had between us … and, when we are in the same space, I am grateful for the big, playful smile splayed across his face and the bear hugs he still dishes out.
I am also grateful to know that I am a beautiful creation … that my dad’s decisions had absolutely nothing to do with my attractions. I have always been different, my sister Lynda told me she knew I was gay when I was a kid. Such a burden is not for my dad, or any parent, to bear. God loves me and every L, G, B and T … JUST AS WE ARE. We are already whole and complete in that love and there is nothing that we can do, or change, that will have us be more loved.
I sincerely hope that my dad, and any other parent out there … if you are wrestling with that fear or doubt … just let it go. Give that one to God … because it wasn’t you. It was God.
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Two friends, Larry and Chris, whose joint stint in New Hope ministries, a communal “reparative therapy” (or “ex-gay”) program, has sparked a friendship lasting almost twenty years. Through those years Larry and Chris have struggled to discover who they are as spiritual gay men whose relationship with God could never be taken away or denied.
They’ve fought, they’ve laughed, they’ve loved and somehow, through Guidance neither could have foreseen, they’ve found their way to loving and accepting themselves as gay men … gay men who are loved by God, just as they are.
These are their stories.
CHRIS ANDERSON was born in San Jose, CA and raised in a Christian missionary family as the youngest of nine children. Chris moved to New Hope Ministries when he was twenty years old. He lived there for two years, and began being mentored to be a Youth Pastor by the pastor of the church that supported the ministry, Church of the Open Door. When Chris began asking questions and then ultimately “coming out”, he was excommunicated from the tight-knit community. Feeling rejected by virtually everyone, at age 23 Chris decided to follow his dreams. He quit his corporate job and began waiting tables with the hope of becoming a singer. A year later he was discovered by a voice teacher, and later accepted into The San Francisco Conservatory of Music as a Voice Major. Chris has performed opera in venues throughout Europe, China and the United States.
Currently, Chris is working on furthering his original dream; composing and performing his own original songs, in the form of Collaborative Composition: a music project where anyone, anywhere in the world can contribute their ideas for accompaniment to the “a capella” vocals of his original, spiritually focused songs.
– pancake pic from butterfryme.com