The word dance will always make me think of my boys. It was such an integral part of our lives for so many years. Even now, Farmer Boy would rather go to a ballet than a movie. And don’t even get me started on sports. A few of them played for a while, but it never held their interest the way ballet did.
It isn’t easy being a boy ballet mom. You have to deal with the inevitable questions that no one would ever ask a girl mom. You have to deal with odd looks and comments from even people in the audience. And, sadly, you have to deal with homophobia.
Before I was confronted by a pastor and elders in a church I attended several years ago about their fear that my boys would all be gay simply because they danced ballet, I thought homophobia was a term invented by the “liberal media.” I mean, seriously, who would be afraid of a gay person? It seemed absurd. But then it was there in my face. The whispers I’d heard for years leading into this conversation became screams and I couldn’t deny it anymore.
It still seems so odd to me. If perfect love casts out fear, why are Christians afraid of anyone? I mean, if a person was trying to kill you, I get that. But to be afraid of a person because he or she has different beliefs or lifestyle? That doesn’t make a whole lot of sense to me. I had to wonder, after that conversation, how many people do we block out of the Kingdom by our fears?