Years ago, back in Georgia, I was cutting up with the other “support staff” for a wedding I was officiating. All of us — the bed-and-breakfast (site) owners, the caterers, the pianist, the soloist, and I — were gay men or lesbians. All, of course, but the couple. And this was long before Massachusetts began issuing marriage licenses to same-sex couples. We joked — but only joked — that we could shut down the local wedding biz.
There’s something to be said about using the strength you have, and at the very least not being co-opted into forces that hurt you. Take the current Administration’s “keep the people distracted by fear” gambit, which I’m glad to say seems to be getting threadbare. I don’t buy it, and live better without it. Be not afraid.
That’s how I’m reading the firing and sympathy resignation of a cantor and organist in a Massachusetts Catholic parish. Philocrites wrote about it, follow a story in the Globe. Good for them, and I suspect they’ll land on their feet which is more than I suspect will happen to the parish’s music program.
How could you sing the Lord’s song in a strange land? And Boston Catholicism — by all accounts — is getting stranger by the second.
