I know that there must be good and tolerant people in the LGBT community, and I know that there are bright souls among their straight supporters as well. At the risk of using a stereotype, some of my best friends know gays (okay, maybe that wasn’t funny.)
The thing is this. When I write about the Boy Scouts as I recently did, or gay marriage, or homosexuals in the Catholic Church, I try and do so with respect for the opposing side. Indeed, my views are clear in that I think a private organization like the Scouts has no business being coerced into validating the sexual orientation of an 8 year old, that there is little to no support in the Bill of Rights for same-sex marriage and that the Catholic Church hates the sin, not the sinner. I can imagine that this does not sit well with a lot of people. And that’s fine, because everyone is entitled to their First Amendment…right?
But when you disagree with someone, as Sister Mary Augusta once told me, you have to do so agreeably. Passion is fine, but profanity is not. In fact, it has the exact opposite effect that you’re aiming for, to the extent that it hardens both the heart and mind of the recipient.
So here is a word to the wise…and the wise alecks. If you want to convince me of the error of my ways, don’t do what a fellow named Matt Carter did when he responded to my recent piece about the Boy Scouts by, well, take a look: