Another reason why I'm sometimes ashamed to be called a Christian

Here's something that happened this past week that once again confirmed my frustration with Christian people:

My wife started receiving calls from a lady in our church who wanted to know something about her female doctor. They kept on playing phone tag, but finally my wife left a message that she would talk to her on Sunday. I of course didn't really want to be a part of this kind of conversation, but I happened to be the first one to see her on Sunday. She saw me leaving the gym, so she followed me out and asked me if I had met my wife's female doctor and what I had thought of him. I said that she actually had two different ones - the one who we met with most of the time while Debby was pregnant, and the other who actually delivered the baby because our primary doctor was on an emergency call at a different hospital. I said that I thought the primary one was nice and a good guy and all, and then she asked me if I thought he was gay. Not expecting this question, I stammered out a why. She said that her husband would have a real problem with him being gay because he would be supporting a homosexual person financially and didn't want to do that.

I was nonplussed. Who the hell cares if the guy is gay or not? He came highly recommended, he is a good doctor; and although he didn't deliver our baby, there are people on my worship team whose babies have been delivered by him and just think he's the greatest. I think I remember him talking about his wife and kids (it also may have been the other doctor, you don't really remember much of any conversation that involves your wife spread legged in stirrups with her nether parts exposed for the world to see), but even if he didn't have a wife and kids and instead had a partner named Chet - does it really have anything to do with his skill as a doctor? I must have had a funny look on my face, because she quickly added, "Well, I know we should love those kind of people and all, but we just have a problem with the guy being gay."

I wanted to yell out at her, "LOVE? THOSE KIND OF PEOPLE? WHY DON'T YOU JUST FREAKING HAVE HIM AS YOUR DOCTOR AND NOT WORRY ABOUT THIS KIND OF CRAP? YOU SAY YOU SHOULD LOVE GAY PEOPLE - DO YOU REALIZE THAT INVOLVES ACTUALLY KNOWING A GAY PERSON AND ALLOWING THAT PERSON TO BE IN YOUR LIFE?"

But I didn't. I just hopped into my car, went to the pharmacy to get some cough drops and water, and pretty much cussed the lady out in my mind all the way there and back.