BJU is having a week of chapel messages focusing on same-sex attraction, because most fundamentalist kids who grow up in IFB churches can’t wait to get to BJU, because it is well-known as a hot-bed of dorm orgies and just all sorts of same-sex stuff just going on everywhere! In fact, there’s really nothing else going on there–no adultery, no porn use by male faculty, no overeating in the Kalmbach Room, no plagiarism, no hateful rhetoric toward the President of the United States, no firing of administrators for soliciting prostitutes. Shoot, I can’t think of anything more needed right now than a week of sermons on why you should only like boys if you are a girl and only girls if you are a boy.
Or maybe this week’s sermons are because there has been some new thinking on same-sex attraction in the broader church. Maybe people are understanding that not everyone is the same. Maybe people are understanding that the place you go to college for a few years shouldn’t tell you how to work out the minutiae of your sexual life. Maybe, if that school is currently being investigated for not responding correctly to sexual-abuse situations, you should not listen to what they say when they start probing into the most intimate part of your life.
Do not tell them you are gay or struggling with SSA. Do not tell anyone on campus. Tell BJUnity.org. Tell the Trevor Project. Do not get shipped, shunned, and outed–that’s what will happen if you tell them. That’s what has happened before. Keep your head down and your mouth shut. Say nothing. Nod at the appropriate times. Try to giggle a little when they make fun. Try to gasp in horror when they specify how creepy it is and how the Gay Agenda is meant to rob my children from me and bring down Life As We Know It.
Why do I, a straight lady from California and BJU alum, care? Because I know people who have been expelled for saying “I might be gay.” Because I know people who are shunned by their families for desires they cannot control. Because if I were targeted for my own social and/or sin problems–my introspection and introversion, my inability to make and keep friends, my gossiping, my eighty extra pounds, my depression (all of which no doubt have a root of bitterness and rebellion and who knows what else)–if I were lambasted from the pulpit for a week on any of those things (or indeed, many others), I would be the poor kid wondering whether it was worth it to keep going. Don’t be that person. Don’t hurt yourself. Don’t let anyone else hurt you. Please, take good care, and know that you are loved and you are okay. You are fine. Get through this week. Breathe. It will get better.
Do not write from your @bju account, but if you need to talk, my email is firstname.lastname@example.org.