Questioning

Like much of the nation, I celebrated when the Supreme Court ruled in favor of the right for people to marry one another, regardless of their sexual orientation. The shades of the rainbow colored flags, buildings, and Facebook profile pictures. It was a good day.

But in the weeks following I have been deeply troubled by the backlash from the new law in our land. Hateful words are being tossed around as carelessly as a beanbag yet with the targeted aim of a sniper. I have a difficult time understanding. How does assuring someone else’s liberty infringe on my own freedom? As a married woman, I do not know how two other people legally joining in committed love hurt my marriage. Why are some people so angry at others’ joy?

In some ways it feels like the Pharisees in the Gospel. They, being accustomed to power and privilege, are angry and indignant when Jesus invites more people to the table. But isn’t that what it is all about? Ever widening our circles to make room for everyone? If compassion isn’t the root of our motivation, then what are we doing?

Marriage is far from simple or easy, and as an institution, there are some serious issues. But it is also a beautiful way to express love and profess a lifelong commitment. I am grateful that my gay and lesbian brothers and sisters can make a decision that is best for them, no matter where they may live. Perhaps they can add their insights to what it means to be married, offering me the chance to be a better wife.