Up close revulsion was more difficult to feel.
Hearing about the parade or seeing it on the news, it would have been possible to be repulsed by thousands of people singing, dancing and shouting their solidarity with LGBTers and celebrating the new freedoms granted by our Supreme Court and our culture to do whatever makes us feel good. I was so weary that I failed to consider the message we were sending to the throngs of LGBTQ supporters whom we were dodging and bumping into. As I tired, I rested my forearm on his, and finally ended up holding his hand while leaning into him with my arm on top of his. A friend walking with us finally insisted that I allow him to help me.Īt first I just held onto his arm to steady myself.
My quadriplegia was severely hampering my ability to walk from the parking garage to the restaurant that day, especially as we neared the parade route and the sidewalk traffic got heavy. It also just happened that the restaurant loaned to us to introduce this new ministry to some New Yorkers was located right by the parade route. It just happened that there was a large gay pride parade scheduled that same day in ‘The Big Apple’. On Sunday, June 26th 2016, Ginny and I were in New York City to help promote a new ministry for tribal people groups.