I met God the other day. She said her name was Susan but she looked a lot like God to me. She was about five feet tall, well dressed, young middle-aged and married to Fred, and to Freda. When I met her she was with Freda, six feet plus, blond and quietly glamorous.
Susan explained that when he was wearing trousers, she knew she was married to Fred. When she was wearing a dress she knew she was married to Freda. She went on to say: I look at this way; I am lucky as I got two for the price of one and with both we have lots of fun together.
What shone through in this brief encounter was Susan’s absolute love and acceptance of her partner. She would not claim to be anything other than a loving wife. Yet meeting her and witnessing love and acceptance so visibly demonstrated, she appeared truly divine. God’s presence in the world comes in many guises but on this day she was five feet tall.
Is not such unconditional love and acceptance what we first receive from God, and which we are called to show to others? God is our heavenly parent who loves and accepts us just as we are – the one from whom no secrets are hidden, who knows us as we really are and embraces us as his own.
Maybe I have just been fortunate, but in the LGBT gatherings I have experienced, I have always found a remarkable spirit of understanding and of acceptance and it is this that has made me feel God is present at such gatherings. It is because of this that when I hear Christians climbing on to their high horses about gender and sexuality I always feel so sad – consciously or unconsciously it feels like it is God who is being rejected all over again.
There will be some who will say it is I who have got all this wrong but all I know is the other day I met God and she was five feet tall.