By Diogenes ( articles ) | Aug 02, 2003
An Episcopalian blogger posts this intervention made during yesterday's ECUSA debate on blessing homosexual unions:
My name is Laura Allen, and I am the mother of a dead homosexual son. Bradford was the youngest of my six children. He was handsome, funny, gifted and a magna cum laude university graduate. He was loved by his family and he chose to live his live as a homosexual man, Did he have a life partner? Yes, he had many of them, and each one was always the "one true love" -- at that time, of course. ...
In the course of Bradford's life and lifestyle he became HIV positive, after a few years the opportunistic disease of AIDS became manifest, and I asked him to move into my home so that I might care for him. During the last two and a half years of his life he had to have three painful surgical procedures as a result of the physical aspects of the practice of male homosexuality.
About three 'o clock one morning Bradford called me to come to his room for a reality check, for he was reading his Bible. As we prayed and read, he asked me to call a priest for his confession for he grieved that he might have infected some others with HIV, and I did. From then on he repudiated his previous life of homosexuality, received communion regularly, the last rites for the dying, and he died peacefully in my arms, "ransomed, healed, restored, and forgiven."
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