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Can gays and straights be friends in the Christian realm?

I have a friend. He's been my friend for a really long time - decades. We went to college together. I love his laugh. One summer we lived on campus, the whole world to ourselves it seemed. We shared ramen noodles, peanut butter and a love of Scripture. We decided to read through the whole Bible that summer. I don't remember if we did it, but it was fun.

Oh, we had our differences. He was and is totally Baptist, and completely wary of me as a Catholic. But we both love Jesus, and that helped us overcome a lot.

He moved to the Left Coast and got married, has a son. He went to seminary, got ordained. He had some real health scares, but is doing well, and we converse quite a bit on Facebook.

He's gay.

There was this story about the president of Chik-Fil-A and the founder of Campus Pride. Yep, that's right: the symbol of "gay hatred" and a gay guy: friends.
Through all this, Dan and I shared respectful, enduring communication and built trust. His demeanor has always been one of kindness and openness. Even when I continued to directly question his public actions and the funding decisions, Dan embraced the opportunity to have dialogue and hear my perspective. He and I were committed to a better understanding of one another. Our mutual hope was to find common ground if possible, and to build respect no matter what. We learned about each other as people with opposing views, not as opposing people.
Shane Windmeyer and Dan Cathy
Is it possible for us as Christians to be friends with people we don't agree with on all topics, really important topics? I hope so, or we are truly lost. No, I don't believe in "gay marriage" or in Bruce's interpretation of Scripture, but I know he loves his little boy as much as I love my children. I know he loves Christ and wants to serve Him. I know he loves gin & tonics.

We are friends.  It is about sitting down at a table together and sharing our views as human beings, engaged in real, respectful, civil dialogue. Dan would probably call this act the biblical definition of hospitality. I would call it human decency.

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