Wrestling with how fervently to speak out lest I be taken for one bigoted against others simply for being different, I desire to show love and appreciation for peoples who share a faith so similar and yet so opposite what I believe, that I stagger under the weight. This is not the first time I have been gripped by the needs of a group that deserve respect and concern, while strongly disagreeing with the methods by which those are attained.
As a young adult, I was touched by the sorrows and prejudices faced by the homosexual community. Due to personal contact I was allowed to see some of their trials and joys even while not accepting the validity of the lifestyle. I was perhaps the only evangelical I knew who had spent so much time in their company. (Of course, others with greater ministries did far more, but not where I lived. Mine was not a ministry, it was merely friendship.)
While raising my children, living in their neighborhoods, and being involved in the schools, I was gripped by the dilemma of the illegals. Many of the mothers and children were so sweet, that I could only recognize that these would be good citizens, and make good contributions to our society. Of course, I also saw significant downsides. Many of the older kids seemed to flash signals with their hands which I could only assume were gang signs. (Occasionally they would admit it.)
With my home over the fence from local apartments, we heard sirens at any time of day. Sometimes shots would ring out. A walk through the woods between us and the park revealed sofas, makeshift tents out of plastic, the remains of burnt out fires, along with wrappers and cans from meals shared there. Chauferring children home from school or scouts led to hearing stories. Neighborhood kids growing up quickly led to a surprising abundance of unplanned pregnancies for teenagers who still seemed children to me.
News reports of crimes by those here illegally natually led to concern over the integrity and safety of my country. Frustrations of employment concerns amid neighbor's reports of problems when their sons worked with groups of hispanics arose. Being singled out, not hired because we did not speak their language, being screened by bilingual workers who did not hire us although being well qualified, and who continued to advertise for the spot, these led to occasional resentments and more frequent doubts about human resources commitment to fairness.
During that period I spent an inordinate amount of time subbing for bilingual teachers, some who did not share the same commitment to education as did I, yet were not only receiving teacher's pay (far superior to a sub's) but also a bonus of ten thousand dollars or more for speaking Spanish, even if their English was lacking. (How were they to teach children our language properly?) Some made the kids take extra-long naps so as not to have to teach them in the afternoon. Again I was torn between fighting to protect my own group and rights while wanting to acknowledge the problems of these people. It was not that I could not make up my mind on the issues. It was that the issues were complex, as were the needs of both sides.
People want you to decide which side you are on. Being seen with a group other than those you would naturally belong to raises eyebrows. Defending the rights of others also lends to misunderstanding and suspicion. They demand complete loyalty, which I cannot give. And those you would reach out to, also have expectations. If you cannot provide that, you fail in their eyes as well. I did not seek out these situations, mostly. People I knew and loved brought some of this into my pathway, obstructing my efforts to walk my own path and mind my own business. Perhaps these were just so prevalent that encountering them was inevitable, but somehow most of my neighbors and family managed to avoid entrapment. Yet in all the struggle to understand others and cope with whatever the situation, I have grown as a person. (I note that my body has grown substantially as well, perhaps the result of the stress.) Anyway, I appreciate the many people I have encountered over the decades of my life, and hope that you will show some tolerance for my struggles as well, knowing the love and concern I have tried to show.
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