Tuesday, February 9, 2010

Setting the record straight on Love in Action (pun intended)

Three years ago, I found myself on a plane headed to Memphis, Tennessee. Perhaps the last place I would have ever thought I’d end up, but I was going to begin three months of residence at Love in Action. A rudimentary search on Love in Action will yield little information other than being denounced by people who never went through the program, negative accounts by men and women who went through the program and the vague “finding freedom through the power of Jesus Christ” motto on their official website. Anyone who knows of Love in Action will quickly ask me what it was like once they find out I came out of that program in April of 2007.

Love in Action started out in San Francisco in 1973 by a man named Frank Worthen. Worthen lived as a homosexual in San Francisco during the 60’s and 70’s but had since become a Christian and left the homosexual lifestyle. He recorded a tape sharing his story of freedom from homosexuality and placed an ad in a local gay magazine offering the tape to anyone who inquired. He received 60 replies and began a Bible study at his church geared solely for men and women struggling to come out of homosexuality and eventually wrote a book. Eventually, men and women began showing up at his door step with luggage in hand asking for help. They had read his book or heard his tape and wanted out too. They left their homes, friends and jobs with a one way ticket to San Francisco in hopes that this man could help them come out. Not wanting to turn them away and quickly realizing the need for housing, Worthen opened up a house where they all could live while they were walking away from homosexuality. Thus, Love in Action became the first residential program in the United States geared specifically to help men and women come out of homosexuality. By 1992, John Smid took over the ministry from Worthen and in 1994 moved Love in Action from San Francisco to Memphis, Tennessee. There they met with local recovery group leaders and implemented a more holistic, structured recovery curriculum which included the “12-steps,” support groups, daily teaching and weekly meeting with lay counselors who had walked out of homosexuality themselves. Eventually, they opened up the ministry for those struggling with any form of sexual addiction, but it still remained primarily a ministry for overcoming homosexuality.

Since then, some of the men and women who have gone through the program have come out against it. Some have gone as far as to say that they have done irreparable harm, and called for the ministry to be shut down. They have been protested against, maligned by the media and parodied in movies such as “But I’m a Cheerleader.” And though I cannot dismiss the claims of detractors, I find the silence of those who benefitted from Love in Action strangely alarming. Not because there are so few, but because there are so many! I still stay in contact with most of the men and women I was in program with and they run the gamut. some may be in the lifestyle but they don’t hate Love in Action, they simply moved on. One is still friends with his counselor even though he has claimed a gay identity, and many have just assimilated back into their daily lives having been empowered to live a life according to their convictions. Here’s my story:

I went to Love in Action on February 5, 2007 having signed up for three months. I actually left the night before but it was superbowl sunday, and the superbowl was being held in Miami. Tickets leaving miami on Monday were very expensive while tickets that sunday were very cheap. So I left sunday and missed the superbowl. The Colts won that year, not so much this year. It was raining that year and I had a layover in Atlanta. My flight was delayed and so I missed my layover in atlanta and subsequently had to sleep in the airport which was not really happening. All in all, I had stayed up the whole night watching music videos on my laptop and superbowl commercials on youtube waiting for my next flight at 9am. When I finally reached Memphis and was picked up by the staff I knew this was going to be the start of defining moment for me. I reached the office and signed some wavers which stipulated whom the staff was allowed to give information on me, ie my mother, aunt whoever. Otherwise they will not deny/confirm your existence. they value the clients privacy.

They went through my luggage and took certain articles of clothing out. They took my Ramones T-shirt, a hot topic t-shirt I had, my little skinny punk rock ties, my skull and cross-bones belt... apparently they were false images. I didn’t understand it then, but they were right. I had worked so long to be different and stand out that it had become a false image. I had lost the real me. I portrayed a tough punk rock persona in hopes that people would think I was cool and would like me, but really that wasn’t me. I learned the full extent of the false image I was presenting when on a special trip to starbucks with the other clients I ordered a drink. I stepped up to the counter and ordered a “Decaf, Half Shot, Tall, Extra-Caramel, No whip, Caramel Affogato, Vanilla Bean Frappucino Blended Creme.” The thing is, I don’t even like coffee! I was confronted by one of the other clients who said “Frank, you don’t have to order a fancy drink for us to like you... we like you because of who you are not what you drink or what you wear.” Since then I’ve ordered a tall Calm tea. I learned its ok to have blue hair, or punk rock ties or skull and cross bones if you really like them. Some people really are into that stuff... but its not ok if you lose yourself in them, if you wear them as a costume to play a part... I still have those punk rock ties, and I still have that belt and that shirt, but interestingly enough I found I like wearing long sleeve oxfords with jeans.

That first day, they told me I was to be on sanctuary. Sanctuary is a step every client goes through in which you’re not allowed to speak for the first three days or so. It may be extended as in my case, but I’ve not seen it extended past a week. I couldn’t keep my mouth shut, and it was obvious the first couple of days that rebellion would play a big role in my stay there. I’ve heard some accuse that forbidding one to speak like they did at Love in Action is a tool of brainwashing. Perhaps. Perhaps I needed to be brainwashed. Perhaps I had become so ingrained in my destructive life patterns that I needed to be washed of that... but no, its not brainwashing. It was a tool, it was meant to free me from the impulse of making sure everyone liked me, free me from taking control of the group, free me to have time to myself where I can take everything in.

That night, I arrived at the house I was staying in. we sat at the dinner table, shared some praises and prayer about our day and bonded. I went to my bed and fell soundly asleep. It had been about 30 some hours I had been awake in total so I was dead tired. But before I fell asleep I remember breathing a sigh of relief and thinking “wow, I really made it. I’m finally safe.” I didn’t have to hide anymore, I didn’t have to worry about people rejecting me for being tempted with homosexuality, and I didn’t have to worry about people labeling me something I didn’t identify with. I could be totally honest about everything, and they could handle it. I was safe.

there was no seances, no electro-shock therapy or lobotomies. Here is what a typical week looked like:

On Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays we woke up to go to the Gym. We hated it, at least most of us did. My friends and I typically got away with playing wally-ball... a sort of indoor volleyball. We thought it was silly, and would have preferred to sleep, but hey exercise is good right?

There were schedules for everything. Every night two clients had to cook dinner for the house. There was a recipe book and rotation for every 28 days. People made fun of the food, some was good, some were not so great, hit or miss but hey, it was food. If we wanted to go anywhere like target or kmart to pick some stuff up on the weekends, we had to fill out a form, formally requesting permission to go to these places. Fridays we watched a movie, which had to be requested as well, and saturdays we had game night (I totally ruled at RISK.) Saturday mornings was “stewardships” ie Chores.

It wasn’t all fun though, there was alot of hard personal work to be done. I was made to take long hard looks at myself, something I couldn’t stand to do very often or for very long periods of time. It was all theraputic. Like when I had to look at myself in the mirror and compliment myself. I couldn’t do it. I broke down. I was so filled with self hatred, and they helped me over come it. I had to look at my relationships back home to see which were healthy and which were not. Which I had to cut, which I could keep and which I should work on. I had to work on my sense of entitlement, rebelliousness, pride, trust, anger and self esteem. All this was done in an environment of love. As hard as any one of my assignments was, as hard as any of the challenges they gave me were, the staff made sure I knew they loved me.

By the end of the three months I had become comfortable there. I had the opportunity to extend my stay another three months, or I could go back home. I had never been loved like they loved me at Love in Action, I wanted to stay. The relationships and challenges that awaited me at home seemed too daunting to face I just wanted to run away and stay at Love in Action. I filled out an application to extend my stay, and was denied. They could have extended my stay and taken my money. Perhaps I would have learned a little more had I stayed for 3 more months... but they understood I would benefit more from going back home than I ever would retreating into the safe world of Love in Action.

I came back and I was a changed person. I carried myself differently, I thought differently, became a man of greater restraint and was generally more comfortable letting others get to know the real me. I took risks and developed friendships like I had never had before. I moved out of my mothers house within a month and entered the world of adults. I went back to school to study Psychology and Political Science. By all accounts, going to Love in Action made me a better person not a lesser one. Some portrayals in media or the blog-o-sphere would have you believe that someone going into the program is sure to come out socially inept, sucking their thumb and retreating into a fetal position for the rest of their lives. This hasn’t been my experience or that of any of the clients I’ve come to know over the years. I can’t account for those horror stories which seem to be the majority on the internet but the minority in real life. I can only add my voice and say I was different, and those I know were different.

Sunday, January 31, 2010

For the moments I Loose Sight.

The world comes at me from all directions. It tells me to forsake Christ and pursue instead pleasure, power and self glory. That my worth is only in how much money I make, who I can get to sleep with me and who I can get to worship me. And sometimes, I buy into the lie and begrudgingly follow Christ.

I suppose thats better than not following Christ at all. I guess Christ would rather I follow Him reluctantly than to forsake Him completely. I have as of late been following Him begrudgingly. I've looked at the world and wondered "why do they get to have all the fun?" but then, everything becomes clear again.

Thank you Jesus for these moments of revelation. Please, be thou my vision.!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=k8AdgQI1aQA

Wednesday, January 6, 2010

The Poor


three years ago I made a decision.

I decided I wanted to join some friends and move into one of the poorest black neighborhoods in Miami. It was something my friends were calling incarnational ministry. meaning... in the same way as God became man (incarnation) to minister (ministry) to us... so we should live among those whom we want to minister to. I thought it was a novel idea, and heck... Jesus seems to be a big fan of the poor.

Currently, I work at a bank in the drive through. as such, I have a lovely view of the parkinglot all day long. for that past couple of weeks there has been a homeless man sleeping in the corner of the parkinglot. He just stays under some boxes. I know he's alive because he gets up from time to time, but doesn't really do much. then goes back to the boxes.

As a Christian, I base my morality and my action on what the Bible says. As such, I saw the guy and the verse from Matthew 25 popped into my head. It goes something like this: Some people meet Jesus in heaven and he tells them they cant get in. they ask "why cant we get in?" and he replies "when I was hungry you did not feed me, when I was thirsty you did not give me to drink." He goes on to explain that "whatever you do for the least of these, you did for me."

so I'm staring at this homeless guy for ten hours a day and I think... "watch that be Jesus and it comes back to bite me in the butt!" so I thought I'd get him some mcdonalds today. well... I ended up not getting him McDonalds cuz I was late and there was a line. And I'm there feeling all guilty because I'm letting Jesus starve, when sucker sits up and starts smoking a blunt! Then I thought... maybe He's not Jesus!

here's the thing though. I've kinda gotten jaded, and its not just because of this homeless guy... but because of all the poor and homeless I've met throughout the years.

When I read the things Jesus says about the poor, I wonder if He meant that to mean the poor in America or the poor of His time? See these are two totally different things.

Back in Jesus' time poverty was more of an institution you couldn't get out of than an actual consequence of the life you lived. In those days, you were poor probably because you were considered a sinner, had leprosy or maybe were born out of wedlock. perhaps you were a widow and could not work (because women weren't allowed to work) or you were excessively taxed by the roman government. Or lets face it... maybe you were just born poor and therefore schools and society weren't open to you.

America is a totally different story though. Though poverty exists, it seems more like a consequence of the decisions you make rather than a set of cards life dealt you. One good heroin addiction and you're liable to be sleeping by a dumpster come veterans day! I mean really.... I see poverty all around me and I notice, its people who made the conscious choice not to go to school, or someone who got into a bad drug habit.

Oh but some people cant go to school! some might argue.

well... I argue back.

I for example, have absolutely no financial aid. My family doesn't pay for my schooling and you know what... I actually still go to school. Sure its tougher, sure I take longer... but I'm still going. And even so... you at least graduate from high school, that can get you a decent job.

I see no reason for there to be homeless in America. If anything, there are shelters... but the homeless dont want to avail themselves of it.

another argument is that homelessness can be as a result of mental illness. again, there are mental hospitals which they can go to for treatment.

if its a drug addiction, there are state funded rehab facilities.

there is just no good reason to be homeless! I dont understand.

Monday, January 4, 2010

Still formulating my thoughts

Just read this book.

Amazing.

It has redefined my standards.

I am re-reading it...

I have never read a book twice.

more to come...

Tuesday, December 8, 2009

The Christmas Sweater

Just finished reading the Christmas Sweater.

I am thoroughly impressed. I won't hide the fact that I am a big fan of conservative politics and thereby also Glenn Beck. However, I will admit that for about a year I had seen the book on shelves and turned it down really believing Beck should stick to politics. I didn't want to read some sappy story about a Christmas sweater... I figured people are usually known for what they're best at. Beck is known for being a political watchdog, not a novelist.

I gave the book a try and I was impressed. Think "Its a wonderful life" or "Five people you meet in heaven" If Frank Capra were making movies today, he'd make this into one. It leaves a warm place in your heart. Even the acknowledgements in the back warmed me. Five stars all the way... because this is a book of consequence. Very inspirational.

Sunday, November 29, 2009

Thoughts on Precious

I just got home from watching precious. From what I saw in the trailers it seemed like it was going to be a great movie. In fact, it was perhaps one of the most highly anticipated movies of the year for me. I am a sucker for a dramatic movie. I'm not just talking star crossed lovers torn apart by fate (though that will hold me over just fine.) I'm talking about gut wrenching, rip your heart right out of your chest, stomp on it and make you cry type of drama. I'm talking the greats, Shindlers List, Hotel Rwanda and American History X.

Happy movies just dont do it for me. I can laugh, but I easily forget those movies. I was raised in such a fake culture, where everyone wears a smile as default... that happy almost doesn't feel real to me sometimes. I like drama that will shake me from the shallowness of everyday life and make me feel alive. I do prefer a cathartic cry rather than a good laugh.

Though I do like a good tragedy, I must say that Precious was a major fail in my book. It has to be realistic or at least relatable on some level. Otherwise I will disconnect. I can understand genocide because I've studied it in school. I can understand racism because to a certain extent, I've experienced it. Precious was so overdone, I disconnected and just wanted the movie to end.

At first, it seems right up my ally. Clarice Precious Jones is a 16 year old morbidly obese black girl living in a ghetto. I believe its Harlem, I forget. She is falling through the cracks of the educational system. Shes 16 and still in middle school whats worse is that shes pregnant with her second child and in a physically abusive home where her mother routinely tried to beat her over the head with pots and pans and daily bombards her with messages that shes worthless. This drew me in, and I would be raving about this movie if thats where it stayed... however as the story kept unfolding, I began to disconnect.

We come to find that Precious' first child was actually born with downs syndrome. Her father is sexually abusing her and is the man who has impregnated her twice now. She has been suffering though sexual abuse since the age of three by her father. When her mother sees precious' new child, she holds him and throws him on the floor and proceeds to beat precious and even throw a TV at her head to kill her. Thankfully Precious escapes. She is illiterate and has little prospects for a future, any hopes she may have had are dashed when her mother comes to visit her and informs her that her father (who has been abusing her) has died........of AIDS. Precious gets tested and finds out she has AIDS as well.

imagine two hours of this. where every fifteen minutes another bomb is dropped. There was no resolution in the movie save her walking away from her mother. Life sucks for her and there is no way out. I don't need a happy ending... but I do need an ending. Shindler fled penniless as a war criminal, the war ended in Hotel Rwanda, and Derek's brother is shot and killed after he recants white supremacy. I don't need a happy ending, but I need an ending none the less. There was simply too much drama in Precious to where I could no longer relate and wondered "what's next? is she going to be bitten by a rabid dog too?"

don't waste your money.

I snuck into new moon afterwards hoping to get a decent movie. It was mediocre at best, but hey I didn't expect oscars from them, its a tween novel. I was much more disappointed by Precious.

Saturday, November 7, 2009

Does this make me an enemy of God?


I was watching some of the weekend news programs when I was made aware of a convention being held in Copenhagen this December which would seemingly instill a one world governing body that would be in charge of redistributing wealth. In the interest of full disclosure, I will admit that I am an avowed classical liberal... this usually translates to Republican. I believe in a small government and a free market society with little oversight other than to protect the interests of its constituents. I was asked recently what the difference between Democrats and Republicans are. I came to the conclusion that Democrats believe Government is the answer to our problems, while Republicans believe Government is the problem. But, I'll let that end here because this post wasn't about political ideology.

In any case, I have been seeing transnationalism growing as of the past couple of years. I have been hearing rhetoric from our government about being "citizens of the world" and that we should submit to a global community rather than our own self interests. I see this inevitably leading to a one world government. I'll make no bones about it... I am a Christian as well if you haven't been able to tell from my previous posts. According to Christian prophecies, the world is indeed headed toward a one world government and will be headed up by a dictator who will wage war on all those who are disloyal to him and particularly Christians who refuse to worship him. This may seem far fetched, but its becoming more a reality every day.

That being said, I find myself having a little crisis of faith.

Being that I am such a classical liberal and believe in small government. Being that I take every opportunity to speak out against the ever growing government and that I consistently vote for smaller government at every election... does this make me an enemy of God? I whole heartedly do not want to see the events of Revelation transpire in my lifetime. It is apparent that God is working to that end, while I am fighting tooth and nail to avoid it. Should I just stand aside and be led into tribulation and possibly martyrdom? Should I let people be killed in the future one world government simply because I read that's what God's will is? or should I work against it?

I am trying to not take this so serious for my own sanity. But I am interested in any comments?