Orthodoxy, Queer Identity, and the Need for Meaning
For one of my classes I’m reading On the Incarnation by St. Athanasius of Alexandria. It’s interesting: contemporary with the Council of Nicaea it can be read as a kind of Christian manifesto on the meaning and purpose of the god-man, Jesus Christ.
As a convert to Islam, the discussion is personally relevant. It is in section 54 of this very book that I meet, once again, the epigram:
“For he became man (ἐνηνθρώπησεν) that we might become divine (θεοποιηθῶμεν)”
It was the reason for my departure from the Orthodox Church and all the rest of Christianity for that matter. It was also the reason St. Athanasius was routinely banished from Christian Alexandria. This was thanks to Arius, a contemporary also living in Egypt, who simply could not accept the radical belief that Jesus was divine. Athanasius would then go out into the desert and hang out with the monks who presumably were the anointed caretakers of true Christian doctrine.
So it was an interesting class time — made more interesting by the fact that my professor is a convert and Orthodox priest while I am technically an apostate in the eyes of the Church he serves. Granted, this class would have been impossible had it not been for his incredible openness to theological discussions.
The first time we talked directly about Christian versus Islamic doctrine was over the summer. It was such an enlightening interfaith conversation that I ended up coming out to him, after which he cited his wonderful conversations with his gay uncle. It reminded me of talks with a Muslim friend on LGBT issues: characterized by openness and respect but reverence to orthodoxy, and careful, measured thought on sexuality and gender.
So when Athanasius seems to randomly quote St. Paul’s admonishment of same-sex sexual activity, I had to talk about that too. At the end of section 5, he writes:
“Not even acts against nature (παρὰ φύσιν) were alien to them [humans], but as the witness of Christ, the Apostle, said:
‘Their women changed the natural use for that which is contrary to nature (παρὰ φύσιν); and in the same way also the men, leaving the natural use of the woman, burned with their desire for each other, men with men doing what is shameful, and they received in themselves the recompense which their error deserved.’“ — Romans 1:26-7
My professor explained that homosexuality is viewed here as being contrary to nature.
‘But professor, tell me something else that evangelical Christians don’t already know!’
As Jesus reportedly said, he continued: “Have you not read that he who created them in the beginning made them male and female?” (Matt. 19:4) That is the “natural” state of people. There is only the biologically female and male. But it’s not just about the evangelical quip, “It’s Adam and Eve, not Adam and Steve.” When Jesus Christ lifts them up out of death he is renewing creation, which is as much a spiritual deliverance from Hades as much as a return to the model re-presented by the new (male) Adam and his spouse the new (female) Eve. Homosexuality simply doesn’t read into the narration.
And my professor adds: not to mention the sacredness of pregnancy and having children.
My professor wondered if Paul, who mentions homosexuality in his epistles, might have been gay himself. He was, after all, a former rabbi who had never married, and was quite keen to criticize the Greeks for their “practice” of homosexuality. If that was the case, he probably viewed his homosexuality as reflecting his own imperfection. It was not at all natural, much less god-like. In Paul’s own words: “There was given to me a thorn in the flesh, a messenger of Satan to buffet me, lest I be exalted beyond measure.” (2 Cor. 12:7)
In my more religious (and more orthodox) past, either as a Christian or newly converted Muslim, I would have bought into this. And in fact, I did for quite awhile.
My homosexuality — pronounced “the thorn in my flesh” — became a spiritual means of reaching God. That is, if I could resist the temptation to, in Christian terms, crucify my desire so that, with arms wide open on the cross, I’d become filled with God. Or, as a Muslim, “my homosexuality” changes slightly to “my jihad,” my struggle against my desirous nafs to submit to God rather than lust. My struggle to destroy the idolatry of my same-sex desire and replace it with the worship of the One True God.
“Then seest thou such a one as takes as his god his own vain desires? Allah has, knowing (him as such), left him astray, and sealed his hearing and his heart (and understanding), and put a cover on his sight. Who, then, will guide him after Allah (has withdrawn Guidance)? Will ye not then receive admonition?”
— Qur’an 45:23, transl. Yusuf Ali
Today, I find this ideology quite homophobic and self-hating. While it is celebrated by doctrinally sound orthodox believers, it becomes debilitating for people who are gay, lesbian, or bisexual themselves. It also renders more open and hopeful conversation nearly impossible. All of this reminds me why it is so difficult to talk about homosexuality (or even what ought to be less problematic: bisexuality).
It’s even hard to meet halfway with socially conservative religious people. I can’t just say: it’s completely natural but you can’t act on it. Just to say homosexuality is a naturally occurring phenomenon in people, brought forth by biology, is problematic. It contradicts the way the arch of human history is seen in Christianity. It’s as if I am claiming that God has made a mistake in the creation, accidentally installing a malfunction into my hardware.
Hence my related critique: it’s as if we in the LGBT community are calling any sexuality or gender that is opposed to heterosexuality, contrary to our biological sex, or outside of the strictly male and strictly female dichotomy as a mistake for which we are to blame. Born into an imperfect world, our deviancy in sexual orientation and gender is only a symptom of that imperfection.
Which leads me to another critique: since my homosexuality was an imperfection I never took ownership of it as my homosexuality. If I had fallen deeper into the anti-gay rhetoric, I would have probably favored the term “same-sex attraction.” I pathologized it as a spiritual imperfection; I thought of it as a flesh-based handicap that I’d have to struggle with for the rest of my life. But this fear of identifying with one’s “handicap” is the real handicap. Running away from it becomes mentally exhausting. Imagine being deaf and trying to function as a “hearing person.” Your experience of the world is partly defined by this handicap, yet you are specifically told to reject it. Existential crisis then ensues.
At the time I was rejecting a gay identity, I was being confronted and challenged by reality. During my freshman year of college, my roommate came out to me and many stereotypes of what it meant to be gay were disproved.
There was also the experience of falling in love — this was not supposed to be the symptom of a sinful nature. Then I made friends who were gay. And a contradiction of sorts looked at me right in the eyes: How can you say this “gay thing” is so evil yet experience what good is associated with it?
Here I was, made to believe that I was being tested by God, but, in actuality, it felt as if scripture and real life were challenging me in unexpected ways. I was being forced into asking uncomfortable questions about myself, my faith, and my relationship to God and others. A line from Rainer Maria Rilke’s Book of Hours comes to mind:
“God speaks to each of us as he makes us, then walks with us silently out of the night.”
Truly, in our encounters with real life, do we hear the invisible God silently speaking to us.
Coming out to myself — i.e. putting “my” next to “homosexuality” — was the answer to the crisis I felt. I demanded this of my religious tradition: my sexual orientation has to mean more than just a mere desire to fight. It has to mean something more. And actually, shouldn’t it mean just as much as the heterosexuality these orthodox interpretations of scriptures assume?
In my internal dialogues, the fundamentalist in me, always straight, answers: “We all have desires. I don’t act on mine. And when I get married I will still have to ‘lower my gaze’ when I am tempted.” To which, I will repeat:
“My homosexuality should be equal to your heterosexuality. They both have the possibility for goodness, for love, and for family. The worth of a gay man’s sexuality should not be based on yours that insists on a strictly straight sexuality.”
Ultimately, we are questioning human nature, aren’t we? What is it and what should it strive for? That’s why homosexuality is such a flammable topic in religion. It’s possibly putting to question core ideologies and spiritual narrations as seen in St. Athanasius’ On the Incarnation.
Whether that human nature be made perfect in belief of the Incarnation (in Christianity) or sincere submission to God (in Islam), we learn that this perfection is made complete with the body: with God dwelling in the flesh or with us physically prostrating. Spirituality is not just a practice of the spirit. It must engage our whole being and whole becoming. It’s not about leaving our sexuality or gender identity in the dark, undeveloped, only there as an enemy. It’s about acceptance, authentic self, and becoming better people as whole human individuals, sexual orientation included; that is, we see the possibility for goodness in it and strive for that.