Since I'm housesitting in Regina, NM, I drove down into Cuba to attend services at the Presbyterian church there. It was communion Sunday, and being in that 100-plus-year-old sanctuary, taking communion once again with 13 others, brought back a powerful memory from the days when I lived in Cuba. The original event is excerpted here from Chapter 20, "Forays," of To Drink from the Silver Cup.
Although I only went twice to the Presbyterian Church in Cuba for services, the first time presented me with a meaningful encounter. A friend had told me that the new interim Presbyterian minister was one half of a lesbian couple. These were lovely women, and despite the Presbyterian Church’s policy at the time, allowing only celibate gays to be active in ministry, Elaine had been open with the local church’s governing body.
One elder had asked another when Elaine used the word lesbian, “What does that mean?” His friend took him outside and explained.
The first man’s response brought tears to my eyes. “God made them that way. We don’t know why. It’s not up to us to decide.” Read More