Christian Science practitioners with whom I have discussed homosexuality have called it everything from a disease to a tragedy to a moral lapse. Other practitioners, none being ‘official’ voices of the church –especially younger members–have a more modern view. In this, Christian Scientists mirror the range of attitudes in American Society, which recently has evolved from disapproval to acceptance of members of the gay community and concern for their civil rights. . . .
The Christian Science Monitor: An Evolving Experiment in Journalism.
We tell our story to anyone who will listen for one reason only: We are trying, in our own small way, to do something right. By exposing our own grave errors, we pray that others will learn from us and treat their own children differently. We pray that it won’t take them six long years and losing their child to drugs and the streets in order to wake them up to the truth that every parent must love their children without any condition. Our children learn to love themselves through the love that we have for them. And a child who is told “I love you, but I do not love your sin” does not hear love. He does not learn to love himself or that God loves him. Ryan did not. None of the thousands of gay children who have written to me has heard love through those words. None.
We share your concern about its potentially devastating effects on the lives of transgender as well as gay, lesbian, bisexual and queer youth,” Jarrett said. “The overwhelming scientific evidence demonstrates that conversion therapy, especially when it is practiced on young people, is neither medically nor ethically appropriate and can cause substantial harm.
An Open Letter to My Biggest High School Bully: My Teacher
I walked into your first period class one Fall morning in the year 2000, excited about my new asymmetrical bob and my acceptance letter to college. When no one had heard of this college, I explained that it was a private, liberal arts women’s college, and you belted out, “Well great! Now you’ll be even MORE of a dyke!” in front of the entire class. Truth be told, I had no idea what the word dyke meant, but the collective “OOHHHHHHH!” of the entire class ensured me that I was yet again being bullied. Except instead of my classmates, it was you — my teacher.
Do you remember this day? Because I do. It is etched into my memory permanently, and although I have often told this story with a sense of humor as if it were this funny thing that happened to me this one time — it’s not this funny thing that happened to me one time. It wasn’t funny then, it isn’t funny now, and bullying your students will never be funny.
I was so excited to be taking this class, an excitement that barely lasted six weeks, because not only were there absolutely no consequences for your behavior, but I was the one that was removed from your class and sent to be an office aid. (Don’t worry, I turned out to be pretty successful anyway.)
I watched you bully other students, too. I know I’m not the only one, even though I can only speak for my own experiences. But you forgot to take something into consideration: The students you bullied 15 years ago grew up, published some cool artwork, and became HuffPost bloggers.
I couldn’t stand up for myself then, but I can stand up for myself now, so that is exactly what I am doing.
Don’t bully your students. Support them, teach them, inspire them. And remember that you are a public servant influencing impressionable young minds. What you say and do with your students every day has an incredible impact on our world. What kind of world do you want to help create?
To all of my amazing teachers, thank you. What you say and do with your students every day has an incredible impact on our world. So many wonderful teachers work so hard with little pay, few resources, and little recognition. Know that so many do appreciate you, including me.