Confession: I used to be homophobic

A couple of days ago I sat in the student center counting down the minutes until I could clock in and go to work. After running out of things to occupy myself with on my phone, I looked around at the students eating dinner, finally glancing over at the LGBTQIA resource office.

I love sitting near the office when I’m answering emails or killing time before work. There’s a kind of radical welcome and affirmation that flows out of the office and out into the hallways. The longer I’ve been in school here at UNCW, the more grateful I have become for this place. 

Unfortunately I haven’t always felt this way. I remember feeling uncomfortable walking by the office my freshman year. Even worse…I remember saying to a friend “I don’t want to be seen anywhere near there.” 

I had nearly forgotten those words until this week. They hit me like a ton of bricks. I wouldn’t have called the old me homophobic, but I guess I was. It breaks my heart and makes me wonder what kind of damage I did that I’m not even aware of. 

I’ve written about how I came to be affirming a few times, so I won’t go into it again, but needless to say, it was a journey. I'm just glad I became aware of my sin and repented. 

My goal in this post is not to go in depth, but simply to confess that I am sorry. I'm sorry for who I was. Through my words, actions, and lack thereof, I caused harm to my LGBT brothers and sisters. These days I am doing just about everything I can to be a friend and an ally. Part of the reason I'm not going to write much here is because I'd just assume share the writings of my LGBT friends rather than add to the noise. 

Let my story be a lesson: hearts & minds CAN change.