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It’s Different, This Time

November 11, 2015

I needed to jot down some of my feelings, like many of you on- and offline. I’m not a writer, so this may be awkward and reader-unfriendly.

Several events of my life have colored my expectations for gay people in the Church. I have known I was gay since I knew about sex, and when I was a teenager I was sent to behavioral therapists to try and change my orientation, without success. Even then, I understood that it was simply a preference, liking “green” curtains instead of “blue” ones. My last therapist at BYU told me I needed to repent, and then it would change. Repent, of what? I had exactly zero experiences, sexually. I stopped the therapy, and never went back.

My mission was aborted when I matter-of-factly mentioned that I was gay. BYU would not let me return without a period of adjustment, because I was gay.

I dated women, even though I was very awkward, socially, and I’m told they liked me on dates because I was the perfect gentleman, hands-off. I did finally meet a girl I truly loved, and we became engaged, and for more than a year I didn’t know how it would play out, because I knew the marriage would not happen. I wasn’t going to put a woman through that. Fortunately, she met someone else and we broke off our engagement. She has had a beautiful life in the church.

Through all of this, I continued to attend church. Why? Because this is my tribe, my people, this is the truth on earth, and I loved to feel the breath of the Spirit whispering in my ear. Truth is slippery, though; certainly I rationalized that it was OK to be gay and LDS, knowing that there would be discord in future. I kept my preference to myself, not in the closet, per se, but personal. Anyone who befriended me for more than a half an hour would know I was gay.

After college, I lived for a couple of years at home with my parents in New Jersey, and I attended my home ward. I was given a number of callings (like membership clerk), but became increasingly critical. A key event happened in 1983: my father told me I should take one of their cars, and drive into Manhattan to go to church. I agreed to try this, thinking that I might just use the car and the day to take a holiday from religion (see a movie, or something).

The first time I showed up in church in Manhattan, I was introduced to Bill Cottam, a new Bishop. He knew my sister Peggy, and he knew somehow that I played piano. He said they needed a Primary pianist that very day, so I did that. After church, he called me to the job. So much for church holiday! Every Sunday for a whole year, I drove into Manhattan to go to church, playing the piano for the children.

My father had known that I might respond better to the wards in Manhattan, because of their diversity, and he was right to send me there.

Though I had never played the organ before, in October, 1985, I was called to be the ward organist, because there really wasn’t anyone else to do it (at the time). I had to teach myself to play the organ, and it was several years before I was actually comfortable. Being the ward organist, though, gets you to church, every week, and on time. I like routine, and this helped me.

In 1986, Bishop Cottam called me into his office to ask a favor. There was to be a funeral for a young man who had died of AIDS, would I be interested in playing the organ for it? I said yes, but why the hush-hush? He said, because he was gay and you’re gay… pause, pause, how did you know? I said, and he said, “Power of Discernment.” We had a good laugh. The young man who had died was a return missionary, with a lover, and they had recently been reactivated, only to have their lives cut short. They both died within several months of each other. Bishop Cottam had dressed the LDS brother in his temple clothes for the casket.

I said “So now it’s in the open. I’m gay, and I’m trying to find a companion. If you feel it’s inappropriate for me to hold callings in the ward, like being the organist and sitting on the stand every week, I’ll comply with your wishes. I don’t want to shake someone else’s spiritual experience, and I don’t want to break eternal rules.”

And he said “You were given a gift from God, and you are giving it back to us. You are providing a great service, and what is Christianity if not that?” We had a kneeling prayer together.

And that was that. I had found my calling. I had found my ward, my truth, my future.

I have played the organ every week for 30 years. I have led the choir for 3 different periods. I have taught Priesthood, Sunday School, given talks; played for baptisms, weddings, and funerals; composed over 30 vocal pieces for Sacrament Meeting; run the Stake Christmas Concert, and conducted a concert of LDS forces at Carnegie Hall. I have played the organ for church functions at Radio City Music Hall and Madison Square Garden. Though there has been some discord, I have never been away from the Church for more than a short burst.

It’s different, this time.

A note about Angels in America

October 26, 2010

Angels in America, a play in 2 lengthy parts, by Tony Kushner, is being revived in New York and Salt Lake this month.

If you’ll indulge me, I’ll reprint in this blog post a response I wrote to a question at TalkinBroadway.com, AllThatChat. It came from a Mormon, querying other Mormons about their response to the television presentation of Angels, from 2004. Here’s what I wrote:

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About Narnia, C.S. Lewis, the books, and the movies

June 21, 2010

I read the books when I was 8 or 9 years old, and hard-cover editions of them were given to me for subsequent birthdays. I liked the stories a lot, and read several of the books many times.

The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe is a fairly magical set-up of the little world of Narnia and its parameters. Even as a small child I “got” that this was an allegory for the story of Jesus.

Prince Caspian, the book I could never finish. I’m just not interested in battles.

The Voyage of the Dawn Treader is just a series of adventures, but each of them is pretty exciting. I read this one many times.

The Silver Chair is the best of the books, a terrific adventure with magical, talking creatures, a great villain, and a beginning, middle and end. And little need for allegorical allusions. My favorite.

The Horse and His Boy, which I dutifully read once, seemed out of place and oddly dull. There are no humans in it. It turns out to have been written before the Narnia series, and then rewritten to take place in Narnia. My second least favorite of the books (after Prince Caspian).

The Magician’s Nephew is great fun, for the fantasy elements but also for the “historical” elements of turn-of-the-century London. This book, along with the 3 others mentioned, I read quite a few times.

The Last Battle is an OK wrapup. It’s nice to revisit familiar beloved characters like Jill, but even as a child I thought the very end was obvious and a let-down. I read this book twice, and was let-down twice.

As an adult, I remembered the books with fondness, until the movies began to be made…

The first one is memorable primarily for Tilda Swinton, a perfectly-cast White Witch. Otherwise, the story has become very tedious. I simply don’t believe that children faced with battles and witches wouldn’t be calling for their mother, who exists in the very real world of World War II. And speaking of battles, must every movie in the 2000s have a battle to the death? Ugh, very disappointing movie.

Prince Caspian was better, simply because the story itself isn’t as allegorical, and the movie was less self-important. And I never finished the book anyway. Still, another battle.

And there it is. I’ll look forward to the other movies, because I liked the books better.

Oklahoma!: Cast Recording Cover Art

October 12, 2007

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Man of La Mancha:Cast Recording Cover Art

October 5, 2007

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A Little Night Music: Cast Recording Cover Art

September 28, 2007

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Camelot: Cast Recording Cover Art

September 23, 2007

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