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I'm old enough to remember a time when I thought I didn't know any gay people (not the word we used). When I found out that I did, I was surprised in two instances by who they were and how much they suffered. Both men were friends of my parents; both were in relationships with other men (not each other; they didn't even know each other.)  Both lived most of their adult lives in faithful relationships with their partners, but neither ever shared a home with his partner. Only late in her life, after my father was gone, did my mother realize the nature of the relationship that her great friend and neighbor had with his "friend." I was moved by the way the insight dawned on her, and on the compassion she had for him as his life-partner was dying -- compassion rooted in her own then-recent loss of my father. I learned a lot; and I was changed.
The teaching of the church about homosexuality is not only wrong; it is evil.