While it's true that I read it in a book, that's not where I actually 'got' it. I used to spend a lot of time on East Colfax in Denver. What Playboy magazine once called the longest and wickedest street in America. There was quite an eclectic group of people on East Colfax. Sometimes I'd walk from Civic Center Park all the way out to Aurora, and then turn around and walk back. Other times I'd just sit on a bench in the park that used to be above the downtown bus station, and watch the people down below go by. Or I'd sit over by McDonald's with the homeless men, waiting for the shelter to open. Sometimes I might be there until 1 or 2 in the morning. Bankers, CEO's, shoppers, students, homeless people, drug addicts, prostitutes, and general ne'er-do-wells. East Colfax and The 16th Street Mall was home to all of 'em. Then of course there was the Cathedral Basilica of the Immaculate Conception, impressive name and an impressive building. Of course I'd sit and watch those folks too.
After a while you come to realize that they're all just people. Good... bad... didn't matter, they're just people. There but for the grace of God, as they say. I learned not to judge. I learned to accept people for what they are. And I learned to forgive, not because they needed it, but because I needed to learn to do it.
So you see when it says love thy neighbor, that means everybody to me, sinner or saint it doesn't matter. And when folks start to separate people into righteous people and unrighteous people, well that just doesn't sit right with me, they're just people. They may have gotten things wrong in their life. They may have suffered more than they wanted to or needed to, but they're just people.
Now when someone hangs a PRIDE flag outside of a church, that makes me smile, because that's somebody that gets it. That's somebody that learned to forgive. That's somebody that learned to love their neighbor.
I can accept the fact that homosexuality may not be as ideal as many of its advocates seem to think it is. But neither do I believe that rejecting them is the answer. So I'll do what I was called to do, love my neighbor. If it means accepting the sinner and being rejected because of it... then I'm good with that.
Write that on my headstone. Here lies partinobodycular, he's spending eternity in hell, because he loved his neighbor.