Again, I don't oppose same-sex unions. I think Americans should have the right to associate as they please. My wife and I have had friends and family members who were gay, and died of AIDS. We loved them, and still do.
But I am Greek Orthodox, a never-changing faith, and this is Lent.
In recent weeks, with the advent of a new Roman Catholic pope, there have been many beautiful words written about tolerance and change, written by those who on one hand support abortion rights and gay marriage, yet on the other talk lovingly of the comforting ancient rituals and the sound of ancient prayers.
Forgive me, but I find this all quite difficult to reconcile. The liturgy is not a costume drama. The incense isn't a prop. The singing isn't about nostalgia. These are means to reach a timeless place, where the state and its laws do not go.
And while I struggle with the fast-moving issue of the redefinition of marriage and its effect on our culture and how to reconcile the rights of others and my own religious beliefs, I ask only one thing:
Remember that word? Tolerance?
Tolerance for those whose faith and traditional beliefs put them in what is fast becoming the minority.