Coming Out of the Closet Posted on September 8th, 2015 by

b8856451d0529584a86649d26f213544* The following transcript is from a sermon given in Christ Chapel, on the campus of Gustavus Adolphus College (St. Peter, Minnesota), to welcome the incoming Class of 2019 on September 6, 2015. Please note that the below manuscript was written with the intention for it to be heard, not read, thus the various grammatical choices (which are preserved below in full) were made with an emphasis on the ear, not the eye.

It was 15 years ago when I came out of the closet.

It was December, of the year 2000, and I remember that fateful occasion as if it were yesterday.

It was a few days after Christmas during my senior year of college. I was terrified. I was beyond nervous, and as a result, I wondered what my friends and family would say when I shared the unexpected news.

“What would my teammates say?” I wondered.

“Would my roommates treat me differently?” I pondered.

“Would I be ridiculed? Would I be accepted?” There was no way to know for sure.

And of course, what about my girlfriend?!?!?! While she clearly had her ongoing suspicions, she certainly had no idea that our relationship would take such a dramatic turn.

My questions were countless.

My fears were endless.

But I had to come out.

I could hide in my closet no longer.

And so, after a great deal of delay and long nights of nervous and meticulous planning, I finally decided to “come out of the closet” and share what I had been keeping secret for quite some time. Beginning with my girlfriend, then my parents, brother, sister, and eventually friends, roommates, and teammates, I shared the news:

I wanted to be a pastor!

That is it!  I am out! Goodbye closet! Don’t come back!

After a significant amount of prayer and discernment, I was no longer planning to attend law school following college graduation, but instead, I wanted to attend seminary in order to become an ordained Lutheran pastor. And the news was out. Goodbye closet. Enough of the hiding! Enough of the pretending! This is what I wanted to do. That is who I wanted to be.

And yes, it felt great, to come out.

And yes, it felt awful to come out.

Because, as to be expected, I received mixed reactions when I did eventually come out.

While my parents were confused and a bit surprised with my news of call to pursue ordained ministry, they accepted it with delight, and expressed joy that I was coming to grips with what I believed was best for my life. And yes, my girlfriend at the time (who just so happens to now be my wife!) was incredibly supportive, and of course, we both thanked God that Lutheran pastors are indeed allowed to marry!

In total, I was surrounded with a great deal of support when I “came out” about my faith and desire to be a pastor. Yet, I must admit, there were some who simply did not know what to think. For example, my college roommates wondered whether or not we could keep hosting our keg parties with a future pastor in the house. I, of course, assured them that my Lutheran proclivities would allow it. 🙂 My basketball teammates were a bit uneasy about their foul language on the court, and once again, I shared with them Lutherans are keepers of a great heritage of spicy language 🙂

And more specifically, what I remember most about those final months of college was that nearly every conversation had something to do with the idea of future plans. Which meant, my announcement to attend seminary instead of law school became quite public quite frequently, and the reactions to such news was quite increasingly diverse. And while some would simply comment with pleasant Midwestern passivity and simply leave it at that, I remember being fascinated with how many people would open-up with stories of their own faith and experiences with organized religion.

Yes, during my senior year of college, when I shared the news that I wanted to be a pastor, over and over again, whether it was in the quiet of a library or loud chaos of the weekend, my college contemporaries would approach me and explain their questions surrounding the nature of God and their opinions about faith. And as I think back, I remember being confirmed in my sense of call, because I realized how many people had a deep yearning to consider the “big” questions of life, such as:

“Who am I?”

“What kind of life do I want to live?”

“What do I believe?”

“How will I contribute to this world?”

And through it all, it was during those times during the end of my college experience, that I recognized that most of us do possess a burning desire to go far deeper than the all too common surface level conversations and relationships that flood our world. And I like to imagine that this desire for meaning and purpose is still true.

As human beings of this day and age, I like to believe that we want meaning rather than just monotony. We want purpose to our lives rather than that terrible feeling that we are simply passing through. We want something more substantial than our all-too-common superficial small talk. We want lives that are profound and filled with possibilities!

And here on this college campus, we want to make our lives count, but even more so, we want to understand why.

And so, my friends, as we begin the 2015-2016 academic calendar here at Gustavus Adolphus College, and as I reflect upon my nearly 15 years of life since “coming out” about my faith and call to ministry, we hear our gripping Gospel text: “The Harvest is plentiful, but the workers are few”.

The harvest is plentiful, but the workers are few.

And as we hear these words, we wonder what it might actually mean. On the one hand, to say the “harvest is plentiful” is not too hard to affirm, as most of us would observe that there is much work to do in our world, because of course, the world simply is messed up and needs a lot of work.

The harvest is plentiful? Who could disagree with that?

There are roughly one billion people on our planet who live in relative prosperity, yet many other billions who scrape through life in spirit-destroying poverty. The harvest is plentiful… for although some structure their lives to seek larger flat-screen televisions with hundreds of channels or DVD screens in a gas-guzzling SUV, there are others who are forced to walk miles to provide a clean cup of water for a thirsty loved one. The harvest is plentiful… as we possess local and global income disparity, climate change, inequitable access to health care and suitable education, as well as dangerous levels of racism, sexism, religious extremism, political polarization, earth-destroying economism and violent discrimination based upon sexual orientation. The harvest is plentiful because the world is plenty messed up. And in the midst of it all, one wonders: Where are the workers who might step up and step forward and be the hands of God’s work in this very messed up world?

The harvest is plentiful, but the workers are few. So what do we do about it? What do we do?

When we hear this text from Matthew’s Gospel, we are tempted to blame the shortage of so-called workers in our messed up world on the reality that we are messed up people! We say, the harvest is plentiful, but the workers are few, therefore people are to blame!

And while there may be some merit to such an argument, I believe there is ultimately another more nuanced and contextual explanation worthy of our attention. Perhaps the workers are few in our messed up world, not because people do not want to help, but the workers are few in this day and age because of an understandable frustration with a messed up church.

The harvest is plentiful and the workers are few… And perhaps the workers are few, because people cannot imagine how to fix a messed up world through such a messed up church. And for those of you that may want to snap your fingers in agreement, please know that I have sat in those shoes. And perhaps that is why I was afraid to share my sense of calling with my friends 15 years ago.

Quite frankly, 15 years ago, as a college senior perhaps I did not want to share that I wanted to be a pastor because, although I wanted to follow Jesus, I did not want to be associated with the negativity that is too often associated with Christianity.

I was firmly in the closet, but why? Looking back:

Perhaps I did not want to be considered anti-science…

Perhaps I did not want to be judged as homophobic…

Perhaps I did not want to be associated with right-wing politics…

Perhaps I did not want others to assume I was hypocritical, racially segregated, illogical and oppressive to women.

And of course, perhaps I simply did not want to be considered uncool.

I believed in Jesus, and I wanted to serve, but perhaps I hesitated because I simply thought that far too many Christians were far too messed-up, and I did not want that stink to rub off on me.

And now, years later, I realize that I was right!

The followers of Jesus are messed up!

And I am come to realize that I am proof of that!

But thanks be to God, now I realize that it was never about being perfect. It was never about trying to be pure. And it was never about trying to live up to some standard of religious excellence that I simply could not achieve.

What I now know that I did not know then, was that it was about grace, not guilt. It was about forgiveness, not fault. It was about death and resurrection. It was about recognizing that I too was another messed-up follower of Jesus, and that was OK, because I was justified by grace through faith, and in response to such unconditional, accepting and inclusive love, I was reminded that God has a long history of using messed-up people to fix a messed-up world through a messed-up church. And in receiving a more mature understanding of the Christian faith, I was set free from my fear, and set free for the gift of faith.

So what does this all mean for us today?

As I stand here, I strongly believe there are many who have a deep attraction to the way of Jesus, yet I also believe that just as many people are unclear about whether or not they wish to identify with the challenges of organized religion and complicated reality of the Christian Church.

I believe there are many who greatly enjoy the amazing fellowship received when surrounded by those who are accepting and loving, but the same people are unsure of whether or not the Church can truly serve as such a space.

I believe there are many who are willing to sacrifice and struggle against the oppressive powers of the world, yet would rather find ways to pursue these opportunities in ways which avoid the structures and hierarchy of organized spirituality.

Today, in this place, and at this time, I know without a shred of doubt that there are those who wrestle with massive questions surrounding spirituality, faith, and diverse concepts of God and communities of faith. And I know this, because I am one of them.

My friends, I too struggle. I too doubt. I too wonder if any of this matters at all.

And in doing so, I suppose in some ways I will always be like the student with countless questions surrounding what one truly believes and how it should lead to attempts at faithful action in the world.

And so, while I realize some would rather have a chaplain who declares total certainty on all things spiritual and religious, that simply is not me, nor will it ever be. I am a member of the journey with you rather than someone who falsely claims to have experienced the destination long before you. Which means, I too am a  beggar looking for bread, I am “becoming Christian”, and in the process of being brought out from a diversity of closets on a daily basis, by God’s grace, accepting who God has created me to be, and in doing so, accepting each moment what it is that God is calling us to collectively do.

And so, my friends, both new and renewed, I invite you this day, to know that you are always welcome in this place, Christ Chapel, wherever you are, whoever you, and however you are. No matter what.

Whether you believe or do not…

Whether you agree or do not…

Whether you are evangelical or atheist…

You are welcome in this place.

Whether you are Asian, Black, Latino, Native American or White…

Whether you are female, male, or transgendered…

Whether you are 2 days old, 20 years old, or 102 years old…

You are welcome in this place.

Whether you are straight, gay, lesbian, or bisexual…

Whether you are Democrat, Republican, neither, unsure, or don’t care…

You are welcome in this place.

Wherever you are been…

Wherever you have going…

Whoever you are…

Whoever you are coming…

You are welcome, by God’s grace, to come out of whatever closet you may be hiding in.

Because Christ has set you free.

And here, in the Chapel that bears his name, you are allowed to be you. Here, you are accepted. Here, you are equipped. Here, you are empowered. This day and always.

Thanks be to God. Amen.

The Rev. Brian E. Konkol serves as a Chaplain of the College at Gustavus Adolphus College in St. Peter, Minnesota. An ordained pastor of the Evangelical Lutheran Church in America (ELCA), he holds degrees from Viterbo University (La Crosse, WI), Luther Seminary (St. Paul, MN), and the University of KwaZulu-Natal (South Africa). He blogs at and tweets @BrianKonkol


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