The only place Jesus really addressed or even hinted at sexuality is found in Matthew chapter 19. Here you find Jesus, the disciples and the Pharisees discussing this very topic of marriage between males and females. It is true that God created males and females and instituted marriage. But in Matthew 19 Jesus adds another thing that many ignore or overlook because it doesn't apply to them:
Jesus replied, "Not everyone can accept this word, but only those to whom it has been given. For some are eunuchs because they were born that way; others were made that way by men; and others have renounced marriage because of the kingdom of heaven. The one who can accept this should accept it."
Typically a eunuch is defined as a castrated male. This is incorrect. Castration means to remove the testicles (that were already there) or emasculate. If all eunuchs were castrated males then why would Jesus say that "some were born that way?" A eunuch is a man who has no desire or ability to have sexual relations with a woman. These men were commonly used to protect the harems. Since the Word of God is for everyone we can apply the spiritual concept found in Galatians 3:28 where the Apostle Paul says: "There is neither Jew nor Greek, slave nor free, male nor female, for you are all one in Christ Jesus." Therefore, a eunuch can be male or female in this passage.
Jesus addressed three types of eunuchs.
1. Those born that way. (That's people like me who are born gay.)
2. Those made that way by men. (Those castrated or those sexually abused people who choose to be gay as a result of this abuse rather than because it is their natural sexual affinity.)
3. Those who elect not to have a sexual relationship for the sake of the kingdom. (For example a priest or nun. This group makes the decision on their own.)
So here, our Lord Jesus states that not everyone will marry according to the custom as in male and female. He also said that not everyone can accept this. He says that those that can accept it should accept it. Can you accept what Jesus said? I can.
Mother was sure that all five of us were sound asleep. I was wide awake. I knew that something unusual was going on because I could hear the familiar creaking of floorboards. Just from this sound I knew that it was Simon going up and down the attic stairs. Simon had left for the day hours ago and he never came back at night. Or so I thought. I got out of bed just to have a peak at what Simon was doing but then I heard the faint whisper of Mothers voice. I got back in bed and fell asleep to the sounds of Simon and the creaking steps.
I was so excited when I woke up the following morning. Christmas Eve. Every morning I was awake and downstairs before any of the other four. This morning was different. I wanted to go up not down. Up into the attic to find out what Simon had been doing the night before. But I had never been up into the attic by myself before. The stairs were scary the skeleton key was scary and the bees both the dead ones and the buzzing ones were scary.
The cold morning air was filled with the smell of Mothers breakfast and it would only be a matter of minutes before the other 4 were awake and heading down. I started up. Step by step as quietly as I could until I reached the first landing. Then up again another flight and another flight until I came to the key. I really didn't think that I was going to be able to turn it but I did and then the door opened as if by itself with the key still in the lock. I almost started to scream when I saw it. How could this be true? What could this mean? I had to ask Mother.
I ran down five flights of stairs to the kitchen and into Mothers arms.
"what's wrong Thommy boy?"
"Santas' already been here Mother-- I went up into the attic all by myself and presents are everywhere --the attic is filled with presents from Santa-- how can this be?"
"none of the others saw or heard you?"
"no Mother they're all still sleeping"
"Thommy do NOT tell any of the others what you saw they mustn't know"
"but what does this mean Mother is Simon Santa Claus?"
Mother laughed and gave me a big hug and kiss. She then went on to explain to me that Santa had so many houses to deliver presents to that he had to get an early start. Santa had delivered to our house last night and Mother had phoned Simon and asked him to come back and carry all of Santas gifts up into the attic. I was so relieved.
"did you close and lock the attic door Thommy boy"
"no Mother I was so excited I forgot"
"well run back up there and lock it up real good so the others don't find out"
Christmas morning and all the gifts were under the tree.
I hadn't heard Simon creeping up and down the stairs on that Christmas Eve night. I wondered for just a moment how the gifts got back down all those flights of stairs. I didn't ask Mother. I figured I had found out enough for one Christmas. And I already knew that next year I'd be wide awake on Christmas Eve night.
Thanksgiving. Ken & I had been living together since July 4th weekend. Ken's parents lived in Carlsbad which was hundreds of miles away near the southeast corner of NM. I had taken a fill in course at The University Of Delaware where we learned all about America's National Parks. I was fascinated by Carlsbad Caverns.
A 750 foot hike down inside the earth,
a constant 56 degrees, stalagmites & stalactites still growing since the time of the great Ice Age,
bat caves & cave pearls, over 20 different caves to explore
the largest one called The Hall Of Giants covering well over 8 acres, and at dusk THE FLIGHTS OF THE BATS.
I had to go. After living together for over 3 months Ken finally told his Mother that he was living in my house. GASP! Was the sound I heard coming from the phone. I really could not understand how someone could be closeted especially to their parents. But not all parents were as deliciously loving as Mother. I do believe that all Mothers know that their son is gay even if they never admit it to themselves. How could they not? They gave birth to this child, they raised this child, and they know this child better than they know themselves. Maybe that's the reason. Mothers give all of themselves to their children and in the process actually lose themselves. Ken told his Mother he thought he might be Bi. Bi-Sexual. I had to leave the room so that his Mother would not hear me in my fit of laughter. I wasn't invited. To Thanksgiving Dinner. Not because of my laughing but because Kens parents wanted him to come alone and meet with their Priest. Another fit of laughter when Ken told me this. Not because I was going to be spending my first Thanksgiving alone but because Ken had told me weeks ago about this very Priest molesting him for years. I wanted to go to that meeting even more than I wanted to hike Carlsbad Caverns. But alas Ididn't get to do either. Not during Thanksgiving. I did however go to Carlsbad for Christmas that year and at the time I wasn't sure which scared me more. Watching thousands of Bats flying out of a Carlsbad Cave at dusk or the hypocrisy of a Carlsbad family sitting down for Christmas dinner. I went back to Carlsbad Caverns several times over the years. I never stepped foot in that Carlsbad home again. I figured out the answer real quick.
I am not monogamous. Never have been and never will be. I really think it's highly over-rated. According to divorce statistics it's the #1 reason for divorce in America. I really can not wrap my brain around the thought of only having sex with one person my entire life. "Till Death Do Us Part" And yet this is included in one way or another in all wedding vows. And I repeat-it's the #1 reason for divorce. In my brain there are two types of sex. Sex with the person that I am totally in love with, could not live without, nor at times even breathe without. Sex with my other brain, my partner, my everything. We know each others wants, desires and needs so well that the pleasure derived from the act is the greatest feeling imaginable. And then there is the other SEX. Nothing more than raw lustful satisfaction. Twenty maybe thirty minutes of pleasure and I sure as hell wouldn't want to make him breakfast. It's over. That's it. Does this mean that I love my partner any less. I think not. This act was just two bodies enjoying each other. I can still live without that body. I can still breathe without that body. And I sure as hell am not totally in love with that brain. That brain doesn't know my desires, my wants, my needs. I think it's society that has put these unrealistic demands on people. Taught in the Church, preached from the bible, talked about in every school, passed down from Grand Parents and Parents to the children. And the cycle continues. Ingrained in the very soul of Humanity. But I don't think it's fair. I don't think it's right. I do think it's gonna be interesting to see how the divorce rate changes as America changes. Once America allows all people to marry. Will the divorce rate go down. I think it will. I am not monogamous. Never have been and never will be. I am a Human Being.
All five of us had a nanny. Different ones. Mrs. White was mine & the one born 58 minutes after me. I think it's ironic that I don't remember her as a nanny but I do have fond memories of her as a friend. Mr & Mrs White lived about two miles from the house on the hill. I'd be riding my bike around town just seeing what was going on. Most of the time Lollipop would be following right along with me. That is until a scent took control and off she'd go. I was so use to this by now that I'd just yell out "see ya later Lollipop" and I always did. Whenever I would peddle by Mrs White's house I'd stop. That is if her 63 Buick Riviera was under the car port. She always had fresh baked cookies to eat and stories to tell. Stories about being my nanny for a little over 3 years. That's how long Mother needed a nanny for all five of her children. I learned so much more from Mrs White about my first three years than I did even from Mother. Mrs White told me she would drive over early in the morning around five. She didn't need a key. The doors were never locked.
She'd go thru the many rooms up the stairs and into our nursery. She could always tell that we were so happy to see her. One by one she'd pick us up, give us our morning bath and dress us. Then it was Mother's turn to do the one thing that Mrs White could not. Feed us. She'd carry us both into Mothers room place us in Mothers waiting arms and she would softly sing. Mother that is. Every morning Mother would sing. While we were feeding. I really wish that I could remember this. I find it ironic that one of the most memorable moments in my life I can't remember. Another irony is that my memories start just after Mrs White stopped. Being our nanny that is.
My first memories are of Mother reading.
Bible Stories. Every night at bedtime. The entire collection of Bible Stories for children. I remember thinking that the pictures were fabulous. I also remember thinking that no way were these stories true. Isn't it ironic. First memories from a nanny are true yet unremembered. First memories from a Mother are untrue yet remembered. I started teaching Bible Studies to the younger children in our Church when I was 12. I still didn't believe any of them. I was a good teacher and convinced the younger ones that they were. True. I often wonder if they still do. Believe. ISN'T IT IRONIC?
If you've ever heard the Statement "God made Adam & Eve NOT Adam & Steve" then here is proof that God did make Adam & Steve. According to the Gospel GOD MADE EVERYTHING!
Ecclesiastes Chapter 3... 9 What does the worker gain from his toil? 10 I have seen the burden God has laid on men. 11He has made everything beautiful in its time. He has also set eternity in the hearts of men; yet they cannot fathom what God has done from beginning to end. 12 I know that there is nothing better for men than to be happy and do good while they live. 13 That everyone may eat and drink, and find satisfaction in all his toil—this is the gift of God. 14I know that everything God does will endure forever; nothing can be added to it and nothing taken from it. God does it so that men will revere him.