Flipped again! Seeing the wisdom of my BFF’s word of advice…


I love my church…I love the way I’m challenged, encouraged, supported, and inspired.

For this gay man, that’s a pretty powerful statement to make.  Like many LGBTQ folks, my history with “organized religion” has led me into some uncomfortable places, as I’ve blogged about before.  I’ve belonged to a conservative “Christian cult,” (in my terms…), attended Homosexuals Anonymous (yep! there is actually a 12-step program to “make you straight), and skirted with Exodus Ministries and Sy Rogers, hosting him at the University of Michigan at a “launch event” for an ex-gay outreach I started my Senior year.

With that history, it’s no wonder it took a LONG time before I felt comfortable setting foot in a church, let alone one with strong ties to its middle-of-the-road-but-slightly-conservative mainstream denomination. But, growing up going to church, attending Sunday school and a high school youth group, I always knew that deep inside, some (healthier) spiritual life was important to me.  I’ve always believed we are physical, emotional, intellectual and yes – spiritual beings.  It’s just taken some grieving and courage to face the “demons” from my past that caused me to avoid church altogether.

Looking back on my journey, which has included 9+ years attending Broadway United Methodist Church, and several years finding my “own voice” and path forward in my recovery, which includes some powerful experiences, insightful readings and sharing in the “rooms” of several 12 step programs.  As I’ve written before, while I don’t attend any meetings regularly now, those early days of recovery were critical in my “flip” – my re- acceptance of an active spiritual life.

So last year, when we worked through a creative Lenten experience together at Broadway, facing our own personal shame…I embarked on a personal spiritual journey to better deal and face my own shame in a somewhat unconventional way….picketing a local bakery whose story “hit the social media fan” right around the start of Lent, because of their refusal to make a cake for a gay couple.

Final week of protest...HAPPY EASTER!
Final week of protest…HAPPY EASTER!

Probably the single wisest move I made “taking that on” for Lent was from a suggestion from someone I consider to be my “BFF” / friend much more than I do my “Pastor.”  Mike Mather has been an important part of my life journey in community.   His coaching was to go in and talk with the owners first, before I showed up to picket their bakery.

That single act has made my “spiritual journey” and then Lenten decision much more powerful and personal.  My Higher Power (God, The Universe, whatever works for you) has also taken my act of faith, and made more connections, insights and “knock on effects” than I could have ever fathomed.  For that, I’m truly grateful.

So, I’ll close this piece with some recent follow-up articles that explain how this all has come full circle.  I thank Randy McGrath for his courage to be honest and authentic; I appreciate Will Higgins ability to see deeper into the story being told between Randy and me over the course of weeks and months; and I will use the experience to look for more ways to engage in personal dialogue and curiosity.

As my one friend Stewart Huff says, “we are all scared, curious poets.”  It’s powerful to admit “I don’t know” to certain questions, leading to the possibility of being “Flipped” — of seeing the world through a new pair of glasses.  So, I’ll also close this piece with some cross-references to some other “scared, curious poets” who Flipped! my worldview…

Sawubona

Other Flips! in my journey:

 

Remembering a peacemaker…


There have been several moments in my life which have been transformational. Sometimes a book, others an event, even better, a person… I’ve written about many of those experiences here in one way or another. They are reflected in my heart, and ever present on my mind. They’ve shaped who I am today, which is constantly changing…

One of those moments was discovering non-violent communication (NVC) – or compassionate communication. It resonated with some of the inclusion and diversity training I had been through at Eli Lilly as a Consulting Pair. Later, it would reveal itself (at least to me!) in the steps and principles of the twelve step movement, and in the fabric that makes up the community of abundance some call ABCD. With peace and compassion at its core, non-violent communication also reflects my recent spiritual growth around mindfulness and body work. So it is deeply embedded in my being, though I’m far from perfect living into its fullness! (I actually intend to deepen my training and practice this year…)

May I honor and remember the founder of this work in the smallest and purest of ways… This week, he passed on – in peace and surrounded by love.

Remembering Marshall Rosenberg...

Letter from Mary Mackenzie….

Life is full of newness and loss, adoration and grief.  Sending you light and love,

Todd

Send in the Clowns…reconnecting with a passion!


How Judi, Judy, Patti, Glenn, Frank, Carol & others reminded me about a little night music…



When I was a junior in High School, my mom took me to London, England for Spring Break. We saw 8 musicals in 7 days.

New to Millburn High School, NJ in 9th grade, having grown up in Louisiana and Ontario, Canada, I landed the lead in Oliver!  My voice changed the weekend of the big performance, and I still remember today to check my fly whenever I stand in front of a large crowd…(ask me to tell the story another time!)

When I travelled for work to Basingstoke, England, 30 minutes outside of London, I saw more musicals than I can recall – though my favorite was Into the Woods, in a “theater in the round.”  Heaven.

My best friend, Terry Woods, is an arranger, director and performer in the local musical theater community.  I have seen him play Into the Woods and countless other shows; listened to him arrange in his home; and watched him create numerous “tribute shows” to legends like Cole Porter, born and raised here in Indiana! 

I’ve seen Les Miserables numerous times, on the stage and on the big screen.  I missed opening day for Into The Woods on the big screen, but will see it this month.

I’ve listened to renditions by drag queens, burlesque queens, and other performers on cruise ships and in cocktail bars.

I’ve been memorized watching Neil Patrick Harris bless the Tony Awards with his creative performance genius.

I have a tradition of driving friends to / from the airport as they fly off to New York for their annual family vacation to experience “the City,” with its musicals, theater and comedians.

And today, I watched an HBO special on Sondheim. I laughed, I cried.  I learned that he spent part of his formative years (10 year old+) in the same town as my grandparents (Doylestown, PA).  I learned so much about an art form with its birth rights in America…the American Musical.

And I’ve been reminded again how each performer can bring his or her own unique style and diversity to a song’s arrangement; case in point, watching Judy Collins and Patti Labelle (and many others) sing “Send in the Clowns” as if each was their own,  new song.

So yes – I love musical theater, in all its forms.  Straight, gay, bi, thai – this is an art form to which everyone should be exposed at least once in their life.  Like my mom used to tell her grandkids:

“I just want you to try [….insert vegetable…]; you don’t have to like it or eat it again.  But please try it this once.”

Which vegetable are we going to try today?