This evening I walked and jogged the first two miles of the Orange Street Loop in 27:33. I jogged a for a total of three minutes during the first mile, and alternated one-minute jogs with one-minute walks during the second. My splits were 14:22 and 13:11.
Paragraph(s) of the day from A Different Closet
“Do you remember the conversation we had back when you first considered joining SAGA?”
“I remember several.”
“I mean that evening on the back deck of my house, when I nearly burned the chicken?”
“Oh sure, yes, of course.”
“When I told you about my choice?”
“Yes, that you chose heterosexuality. Of course I remember that.”
“I thought you would. To be honest, I guess I meant that as a rhetorical question. That’s not the sort of thing that would be easy to forget.” Shoemaker paused and stared straight ahead into the darkness at the far end of the court. “Well, there’s something else I want to tell you, and it’s this. Keith, because of you, because of the way you’ve represented yourself in our lives, in my family’s, in the church, it has caused me to reconsider the morality of your choice. Thanks to you, I’m no longer sure why our church and our nation has insisted on categorizing homosexuality with the worst of sins. It is a sin, of course, but I don’t know why we have been so intolerant of it. We are all sinners, all of us. Why have we for so long specifically demanded discrimination against your type? I don’t know, but I know that I will no longer. Our church and our nation should include you and yours, and from this point forward I will preach for that end.”
They sat in silence for a moment. Keith suspected Shoemaker felt his concession was adequate, and maybe it was. He knew that within the framework of Shoemaker’s life—his calling—it was significant.
“Well, I guess that’s good news,” Keith said. “All I wish you could add is that there is nothing immoral about homosexuality, but I understand that you can’t. Still, thanks for sharing that with me.”
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