I met Adam after work to run a few errands.
While we were out and about he told me a story about a co-worker of his.
A women he works with is a very liberal, very out there person. She was more than a little wild during her younger years and has told him stories of her early days in the city.
Flash forward to present day and she is the mother of two, has a great job, a loving husband and is pretty much the epitome of the so called American dream. She is a girl scout leader, president of the PTA. She is active in community organizations in the city as well as in her neighborhood. She also happens to be catholic. Her daughters go to catholic school. She is the president of the pta at a catholic school.
So on Sunday morning, she got up, fed her kids breakfast, dressed them, got the whole family in the car and headed to mass.
I don’t know much about catholic mass. I’ve been to mass twice. Once on easter and I was too worried about standing, sitting, and kneeling at the right times to remember anything about it. The other time was a wedding. I don’t remember much about that either.
So forgive me if I fill in a few details.
Seems that there are readings etc on Sunday mornings. The schedule of these readings is published months in advance so people know what to expect ahead of time. I guess it’s so they know whether to bring a book or their Ipod. Also seems lately they’ve veered off the scheduled readings and have become political.
So yesterday, she and her family sit down in their pew and the reading starts.
The priest begins.
About gay marriage.
About marriage being between one man and one woman.
About the evils of gay marriage within the church.
So his co-worker leaned over and poked her husband.
He was asleep.
She poked him again.
She said, “I don’t like this.”
He grunted because he didn’t know what she was talking about.
She said, “I REALLY don’t like this.”
He grunted again because he was groggy and had no idea what she was talking about.
She explained and then she did something I’m most proud of.
She gathered up her family.
Stood very obviously.
And walked up the aisle.
Out of the church.
She explained that she realizes the church has an official stance on the subject. Something she doesn’t agree with. And she doesn’t think it should be preached from the pulpit. And more than anything doesn’t want her daughters being taught that discrimination and bigotry are acceptable. So instead of spending the morning in church, she took her daughter home and sat them down and explained why they left. And about gay people. And about loving all people. About our fight for equality. About the march in Washington. About loving each other for who we are and not hating us because of what we are.
What’s really interesting is that we are told every day that children that are too young should not be taught about homosexuality.
Her daughters are six and four.
The six year old wanted to know why they weren’t going to Washington next weekend.
M. M. is my hero today.