Is Homosexuality a Choice?
http://thebutchersapron.co.uk/ http:/thebutchersapron.co.uk/2017/03/is-it-wise-to-take-out-a-loan-against-your-car/ This is a loaded topic in today’s world, with plenty of animosity going back and forth on both sides of the debate. So let me answer my own question: Is homosexuality a choice? Yes it is — just like all other aspects of a human being’s life (country, family, race, height, handicaps, etc) are also choices a soul makes before being born into a physical body.
In my novel, there are four homosexual characters who understand and acknowledge that they’ve chosen to be homosexuals in their current incarnation. They have very familiar names: Hillary Rodham, Debbie Wasserman-Schultz, David Duke and Harry Reid.
I felt strongly about including some homosexual characters to make the point that many souls willingly come to earth as human beings with this sexual orientation for the purpose of soul growth and development. That’s because they face unique and difficult challenges. I tried to bring this out in the dialogue between the characters, for example, this little interaction in a Paris boutique in Step Three:
Bader Ginsberg’s black cheeks turned red as she watched them approach, realizing her flimsy excuse about needing some time alone hadn’t deterred suspicious minds. The French sales girl observed the scene with amusement.
“May I help you, ladies?” she asked innocently.
“Oh we’re just here to look around,” Hillary answered.
“You mean spy on me, don’t you?” Ruth shot back angrily.
“Oh come on, Ruth, lighten up!” Golda encouraged her.
“We’re all friends here. And if Hillary and Debbie are brave enough to go public with their love you should be, too. Besides, we all know you have it bad for Mao—even if he does stink something fierce.”
“Stop it!” Ruth defended him. “He’s been working hard on his hygiene and he smells much better.”
“Is that why you’re here?” Debbie quizzed. “To help him along?” With that, the trio dissolved into giggles.
“Ladies, if you cannot behave I will have to ask you to leave,” the sales clerk warned partly out of sympathy for Ruth and partly because she wanted to close a good sale tonight.
“We’re sorry,” Hillary finally managed to blurt out. Ruth just stood there with her hands on her hips, more agitated than ever as she glared at them.
“You know, the two of you ought to have a little more sympathy,” she chided the lesbians. “Even now in Salvation Days knowing it’s a soul’s choice, it’s still hard for some to accept homosexuality. And I never once made fun of you when you decided to announce your relationship on the train last night. So the least you could do is show me some respect.”
“Oh my God, you’re right,” Hillary conceded sincerely as she absorbed the meaning of her words. “We’re sorry,” she added, “we had no right to make fun of you for falling in love, no matter who it is.”
Later, Mr. Bauer proves once again that he’s an understanding, compassionate and concerned teacher in this interaction with David Duke:
Thus assured, David Duke shot out of the car and ran in the direction of his travel companions, reeling with excitement about the future. But just as he was about to reach the designated meeting place, he was stopped in his tracks by Mr. Bauer.
“You’re late Mr. Duke,” he declared.
“I know, sir and I’m sorry. I thought a few minutes wouldn’t make a big difference,” he softly replied.
“Ah but it does Mr. Duke, especially to the one who’s responsible for 21 teenagers.”
“You’re right, sir. I apologize again.”
“May I ask what detained you?”
For a few minutes he stammered and stuttered, his black cheeks burning.
“Mr. Duke, don’t worry everyone else is safely inside the bus already with strict orders not to move. No one will hear us.” The teacher instinctively knew what the student was about to confess but wanted him to own up to it in his own words.
“Uh, Mr. Bauer I met someone and fell in love tonight,” he finally blurted out.
“You mean the young man in the sports car who dropped you off?”
“Yes, sir. His name is Harry Reid and he manages a bar and restaurant called Boardwalk in Wilton Manors. I found it on an internet search and decided to check it out. I never intended to break curfew like that or—”
“Please tell me you were very careful, Mr. Duke?”
“Oh yes sir, we were. We used protection,” the student assured him quietly.
“Excellent,” the teacher continued. “Look Mr. Duke, we all understand now in Salvation Time that homosexuality is a choice. It’s a lifestyle some souls choose before coming to earth to provide the mental challenges needed to advance to the next level. Your soul made a decision to be a gay man this time around, and I respect that.
“However, our physical bodies were not made for this type of sexual activity so I want you to promise me that you’ll always be very careful.”
A relieved Duke thanked his teacher and assured him he’d always be mindful of this sage advice. Besides, he was fairly certain he’d just met the man he was going to spend the rest of his life with in a monogamous relationship.
“Well congratulations and best of luck to both of you,” Mr. Bauer enthused, placing an arm about the student as the both walked toward the bus. “Just remember it is never ok to break curfew, no matter how wonderful the reason or how handsome the guy.”