The apparel of a bishop, priest, or deacon shall be suitable to his office; and, save for purposes of recreation and other justifiable reasons, shall be such as to be a sign and mark of his holy calling and ministry as well to others as to those committed to his spiritual charge. (Canon C27)<\/p><\/blockquote>\n
I attended a boarding school for seven years, from the age of eleven (this one<\/a>). At one point I acquired a temporary nickname, \u2018Jimmy\u2019, due to a distinct facial resemblance to Jimmy Somerville. There was one friend at the time who was a little odd, who didn\u2019t quite fit in with the prevalent macho culture. The boys who were esteemed were the ones who displayed great biological prowess \u2013 on the sports field, through dominating a social hierarchy, or sexually. To be a \u2018stud\u2019 gave instant social kudos. Reflecting on that now I can see that mimetic rivalry was rampant.<\/p>\n My friend wasn\u2019t very good at any of that, though he did have quite a waspish tongue, which helped. Sometimes. We victimised him in the way that boys do, with cruel ritual humiliations.<\/p>\n At Lambeth in 1998 the gathered stewards of our great mysteries came together and proclaimed a policy (full text here<\/a>).<\/p>\n There were two aspects to this policy: first a recommitment to the traditional rejection of homosexuality; second, a commitment to listen to homosexuals. I have taken the second of these quite seriously \u2013 indeed, I had taken it seriously for quite some time before that conference. The church I attended in the 1990s (this one<\/a>) was very gay-friendly (occasionally it was described as a \u2018gay ghetto\u2019!); I learned an awful lot there, and got to know a lot of gay people, both lay and clerical.<\/p>\n Every so often in the 1990\u2019s, particularly when I was single, I would spend time wandering in Soho. I used to think of it as my \u2018fugue state\u2019<\/a>. I would just wander around, spend time in the bookshops on Charing Cross Road, occasionally going into the cafes, going to the cinema a lot. It was a place where I could forget who I was for a while.<\/p>\n Soho was (obviously) very \u2018gay\u2019 \u2013 but not just in the homosexual sense. It was colourful and vibrant. I think the loss of the original meaning of the word \u2018gay\u2019 reflects a loss of a certain form of masculinity; and that men have suffered from that loss. There is a strong strand of male nature that is now repressed, for precisely the reasons that were dominant at my boarding school.<\/p>\n The repressed returns in various ways. Look at the way that footballers celebrate when they score.<\/p>\n Our communion has lost its way with regard to sexuality; hence the present crisis. We struggle with the legacies received from previous generations, from previous patterns of value. It is quite possible that this is the prelude to a creative resolution. I hope so.<\/p>\n The church has to be a gay church; otherwise it is failing to be a<\/span> church.<\/p>\n Disordered sexuality is not an abstract concept for me; it is something with which I am intimately familiar. Yet God is never absent.<\/p>\n In the mid 1990s I had a painful split with a girlfriend, about whom I was rather serious. In the ensuing months I had a great deal of rage and jealousy running through me which \u2013 because I lacked the self-awareness to deal with such things at that time \u2013 led me into some very dark places, and some very damaging behaviour.<\/p>\n After one episode \u2013 an episode that, had it been recounted at school, would have led to a significant increase in my social standing, and have established me as a \u2018real lad\u2019 \u2013 God took a hand.<\/p>\n I have never been so terrified in my life.<\/p>\n It was made indisputably clear to me that I was rapidly walking down the path to hell, which was not a metaphor but something concretely real; that my life choices were destructive, both of myself and of others; and yet, in the midst of being convicted of my depravity and sin, God gave me a vision. Of presiding at the altar; of being ordained.<\/p>\n I did not welcome this. I resisted.<\/p>\n What could be less likely work for a \u2018real lad\u2019? Priesthood was for poofs.<\/p>\n One deeply attractive aspect of present day gay culture – and one that is most authentically Christian – is that it is, on the whole, a place of non-judgement, particularly with regard to sexual disorders. I imagine that a community which lives each day with the shout of condemnation from the worldly powers has learnt to be frugal with its own condemnation.<\/p>\n I met up with my school friend at this time. He had recently come out as a gay man, and we went for a drink in a bar just up from Leicester Square tube station.<\/p>\n I said sorry for the things I had done at school. He said he forgave me.<\/p>\n One of the most memorable sermons I heard at school \u2013 we had services every day, sermons twice a week \u2013 was by a minister who brought in a stereo, and played the Pet Shop Boys\u2019 \u2018It\u2019s a Sin\u2019<\/a> to us. He was insistent that Christianity was misunderstood. It wasn\u2019t about being negative, about repressing all of our instincts, and telling us that everything that we enjoyed was bad for us. Christianity was about embracing a fullness of life, that allowed us to be all that we can be.<\/p>\n Allowing us to become who we are<\/a>.<\/p>\n For we are each loved by God, and we each have a vocation from Him.<\/p>\n At school \u2013 and strongly reinforced by the surrounding culture \u2013 boys are taught to ogle. This is the lust of the eyes. Boys in a boarding school have various ways in which to pass on this mimesis, out of the sight of disapproving housemasters. One friend in particular took great delight in his poster of a topless Linda Lusardi hidden on the back of his door, almost never seen by the staff.<\/p>\n I read Playboy for many years after leaving school. And despite your incredulous laughter, I do mean read<\/span>, not just gaze at bare breasts. Pornography is very damaging; the damage it causes is hugely underrated. The problem is not the nudity, which is (can be) something holy. The problem is in the destruction of genuine intimacy, the abolition of relationship, and the stimulation of an appetite which is then not fed.<\/p>\n Bad love can only be redeemed by good love.<\/p>\n I resisted my vocation for two days and two sleepless nights. On the third day, at lunchtime, I went to my church, and knelt down, and accepted God\u2019s will for me \u2013 but even then I said \u2018please don\u2019t make me celibate!\u2019<\/p>\n Although accepting the vocation gave me a great sense of peace, and a significant feeling of slipping my bindings, it takes a long time to grow into a vocation. God is patient; it’s an aspect of his mercy.<\/p>\n I left my job at the Civil Service and worked for a year as a caretaker, in the primary school attached to my church. One of my regular tasks was clearing up after the \u2018accidents\u2019 left by the children \u2013 either the vomit or the excrement left in unwelcome places.<\/p>\n I got quite good at this. I had a distinct system: plastic bag; paper to mop up the major part of the mess (to be placed in the plastic bag); mop and bucket to clean the floor afterwards; disinfectant. On a good day I could clear up a site in less than five minutes.<\/p>\n I never got angry with the children for this. What was the point? The children were learning how to conduct themselves, and control themselves. Ranting and raving about the messes being created would only have disfigured their souls.<\/p>\n It’s the same now with changing nappies. You don’t get hung up on the present moment – you preserve the end-point in your heart, and never let go of that sense of where your child is growing. That’s what it means to have parental love.<\/p>\n Of course, God is no different in that respect.<\/p>\n I said that I resisted my vocation; the roots of sexual disorder took longer to deal with. Only two months after this experience I got involved with a girlfriend and, frankly, I was a complete shit. I was in no fit state to embark on a relationship; I made promises I couldn\u2019t keep; I was precisely not strong enough to be her man.<\/p>\n And so, the car crashed.<\/p>\n What prevented me from jumping in was reflecting on a) my vocation, but b) more importantly, the week of silence that I had recently spent in Taize, where I had started to accept my vocation.<\/p>\n I accepted the promise, and the hope, and this was where I really began to believe in a God of grace. We are not saved by our own strength.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n *Christopher wrote something very interesting<\/a> the other day, amending Bishop Tutu: \u201cBe nice to the straights, they need you to rediscover their humanity.\u201d<\/p>\n I have found great insight and comfort from listening to the gay community, not least through understanding the Girardian perspective, and reading James Alison. In particular, his \u2018Faith Beyond Resentment\u2019 untied many of the knots within which I remained bound. His \u201cThe boys in the square\u201d<\/a><\/span> is haunting.<\/p>\n The problem with our communion is a lack of listening, despite Lambeth 1998. For all the criticisms hurled at Rowan, that is something that he has consistently insisted on.<\/p>\n When I was ordained, +Richard placed his hands on me and said ‘Shine as a light in the world Sam’. We are not to hide away in the darkness. We are meant to be bright lights illuminating the world.<\/p>\n Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness that most frightens us. Your playing small does not serve the world. There is nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won\u2019t feel insecure around you. We are all meant to shine as children do. It\u2019s not just in some of us; it is in everyone. And as we let our own lights shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others.<\/span><\/p><\/blockquote>\n So far as I can tell, to be gay is to shine.<\/p>\n The right ordering of our desire is at the heart of Christian faith, for our hearts remain restless until they rest in God. Once our desires are rightly ordered, then we become the people whom God is calling us to be.<\/p>\n At that point the pressures from society can be progressively withstood and then ignored. We shall be free to become who we are.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n After my father died<\/a>, I inherited some rather colourful shirts. Bring out the peacock!<\/a><\/p>\n One day, churchmen will no longer be afraid of gay men.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" In the last year of my time at Westcott my training incumbent came to visit. In the middle of a good conversation we began to talk about shirt colour, as I was soon to invest in purchasing the clerical necessaries. … Continue reading ![\"\"](\"http:\/\/3.bp.blogspot.com\/_h8lco0yxl-k\/Ra5bZXztLaI\/AAAAAAAAASY\/ea0hgzsGsbw\/s1600-h\/sommerville2.jpg\")
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This I did not appreciate, for Jimmy was gay, and within a boys boarding school, being gay was anathema.<\/p>\n<\/a>
One lunchtime, I was walking by the Thames, in the park behind the Houses of Parliament. The tide was high, and I watched some leaves float off. It was the one time in my life that I have seriously contemplated suicide.<\/p>\n
I\u2019ll stand before the Lord of song<\/span>
With nothing on my tongue<\/span>
But Hallelujah<\/span><\/div>\n
I deal my own cards, sometimes the ace, sometimes the deuces.<\/span><\/div>\n<\/a>
One day, I will have the nerve to wear one of these as my clerical shirt.<\/p>\n