I just finished reading The Kite Runner. Great book. It shows a part of the world I know nothing about, a place I've even managed to ignore through most of the post-9/11 news. Afghanistan. There are lots of scenes of horrifying inequity in the book--public executions, crippled servants, rape, violent oppression by religious fanatics.... It reminds me that my own interesting conflict is not really all that bad in the grand scheme of things.
There are a whole lot of good things going on in my life. Even apart from family and career goals, my life is really really good. I'm healthy. I never have pain. (Well, except when I read the recent comments on GayMormon's blog.) I'm capable enough to do exactly what I want to do throughout the day.
I should ask, why me? Sometimes I'm pretty pissed about the whole gay thing. I don't want to be gay. But really, that aside, I have the charmed life. And I'll bet anyone who has the means to be reading this could say the same for themselves. Why us? There are billions of people who would love to be in our position.
I can't stand "entitlement" arguments. The word itself is just repulsive to me. And in the context of religion and homosexuality, there are a lot of people thinking they are entitled to something. Entitlement is the antithesis of gratitude. After all, if you are entitled to something, it was your right and no special concession worthy of thankfulness was involved.
We're not entitled to love. We're not entitled to sex. We're not entitled to life. They're all gifts from God. And that's why even when it's hard, I try to be grateful for the things I have rather than curse God for the things I don't.