Another call came from a professor who taught my freshman colloquium course at Goshen College. I respected him tremendously (and still do) and felt compelled to write about my coming-out-process in an essay. I had only recently begun telling people I was gay and to share this part of my story with him took huge courage on my part, not knowing his position on homosexuality. He returned the graded paper with a post-it note suggesting we talk about what I had written. In a previous mentoring session, he too had shared that he recognized qualities in me that would suite me in some sort of ministry role. But in the post-coming-out session, he didn’t quite know what to make of that charge he had given me. And he expressed genuine struggle with the situation. He really didn’t know what to tell me, other than that the call was still there, but that maybe it would have to lead me in a different path.

I deeply love Goshen College, the experiences I had there and many of the people I learned to know there. And as I left GC, what pained me most was that I knew I would never be able to come back and do the wonderful work that professors get to do with young students like I was.

I felt the same pain as I lead singing in our wonderful Pink circle outside of the adult worship sessions in Columbus. I was honored to lead such a beautiful group of people in singing, but at the same time, I was aware that while I was welcome to join the singing inside the worship hall, I would never be allowed to use my gifts to lead it.

And so I jokingly told a few people that my goal is eventually to be on one of those MCUSA convention stages, leading hymns, just like they do now–nothing fancy or new or controversial. Just me.

And in Columbus, I realized that now I can have hope that someday it could happen. Perhaps my call is still valid.