I often wonder what Jesus was thinking as he celebrated Passover with his disciples the day he was arrested. The Last Supper was actually the Seder (family holiday ritual meal). They were remembering how the Israelis were freed from slavery.
I find it beautifully ironic that Jesus was about to free his followers from spiritual slavery, although they didn't understand the profound journey they were about to take with Him. This time of year causes me to reflect on my own rebirth. I love that my name, Stacy, is of Greek origin and means "The resurrection." There have been points in my life when part of me has died and my soul was resurrected with new hope and purpose.
When I came out of the closet at nineteen, the facade that I would ever be straight died. I chose to be authentic about who I was. When I made that decision, I leaned into my faith that my long term happiness would be better served by embracing all of who I was. At the time I came out, I was tormented with the fear that my sexuality was counter to my spirituality. Some branches of organized religion still think my "lifestyle" is an abomination. I only wish that they could see my "lifestyle" is very much grounded in the same family values they have.
Donna and I are received as "The Graffams", not as "The Lesbians" |
I believe that goal is being achieved. My family and friends know that I believe God speaks to us through one another. As I spoke to the crossing guard at my children's school today, she shared that Donna and I are one of the greatest couples she knows. She talked about Hunter's manners and Skye's zest for life. We were talking about how being Gay or Lesbian is perceived in the world. She underscored what Donna and I have felt since we moved to Bergenfield. We are and always have been a part of this community and no one has ever made us feel like we had to work harder to be accepted because we are lesbian. We are not seen as the gay couple, we are seen as the Graffams.
I hope and pray that all GLBT people find a place in the world like we have. If you do, you'll know how wonderful it feels to be authentic and be seen for who you are, not for who you're not.
Really beautiful, Stacy. Happy Easter to you, Donna, and the kids.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Denise. Thanks for being such a dedicated reader.
DeleteHappy Easter Stacy. At this time of year, since I celebrate Passover, I think of the Hebrews having been slaves who were freed, and how my coming out at 21 freed me.
ReplyDeleteSarah, I hope you have a lovely Passover. Thanks for spending time with me in Out in Suburbia!
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