Jesus is my homeboy!

Yesterday Katie and I had a choice. A cause or a crusade. We could go see Billy Graham preach the evangelical truths he holds true in his heart, or support our gay/bi/lesbian friends by marching with them in solidarity in the Gay Pride parade down 5th Ave.

The cause beat the crusade hands down.

Amazing experience! We marched the entire parade route, starting at 54th and 6th, all the way down to Christopher St in the West Village. Our feet were tired but our purpose was wide awake.

The Bible isn't all that kind to homosexuals, espically the Old Testament. So, if you've decided to live a life devoted to using the Bible as akin to a how-to manual, I can see how you might want to douse all of us with holy water and run away tearing your hair out.

However, if you're like me and you've decided that the Bible is a book of stories and wisdom, then you'd be nut to repeat past injustices (the African and Jewish Holocausts for example) where people were killed because of how God made them. Jesus, my homeboy, wouldn't like that one bit.

So, I hope Billy Graham dies peacefully in his sleep, feeling that his time here was everything he wanted it to be. I'm sure he's a good man, and wants what he thinks is best for the world around him. So do I.

I'll see you at the next Gay Pride Parade.