We announce an invitation to all gays and lesbians or whatever form of sexuality you may think or be of, to organize a Christian conference with someone that comes to father you all, because you are my children.

Since there is an issue and a contradiction over marriages, that in itself tells me that gays who want to marry have sort of an attraction to the superior being in wanting to make it right.  So that is, and be not confused by the expression ‘gay rights’, they also have the right to be happy.  But what is marriage to all people?

Inviting this conference, I was shocked yesterday to find out that Bill Gates donated $10 million dollars to this city of Winnipeg research centre to fight HIV.  Surprisingly, the majority of gay people are against marriage.  So what different is there between the two?  So one is seeking a spiritual form of acceptance or perhaps just legal rights, while the other one doesn’t care.  Somewhat like a married man that doesn’t care, as long as he’s free, even if he’s bonded.

This conference is not about the gay people to listen, but rather, to be heard; to tell their life story - what has brought them to where they are.  I am interested because I want to know what makes a person gay.

In the last ten years, I have had many men (and I don’t like to use the word ‘gay’ because to me, they are just people, and I mean the word ‘just’ like only people), of this nature come forward to me, knowing that I am not gay but that they found somewhere in their heart that I was someone who would listen to them, perhaps like a father should have.  Strangely, to you perhaps, everyone without fail had a personal story that never warranted the desire to be gay.

For instance, once in Toronto after leaving a conference in a Church, a young man approached me about one o’clock in the morning, telling me that he needed to talk to someone.  It was obvious that he was gay.  So as he came with me to drive some people home before we talked, he then wanted to tell me his story.  And I asked him; “Why did you come when I was just coming out of the conference?”  His answer was, “I was walking around in despair and something told me to go in there.”  I said, “At one in the morning?  Shouldn’t you have expected the doors to be locked?”  He replied: “It was so strong that I had to check it.  And there you were.”

He told me his story, and there is much to tell, so I will make it short. He was from Vancouver and ran away from home because of a father that was too strict.  It rang a bell in my heart because I ran away from home in the same way for the same reasons.  He came to Toronto, and as we know the homeless in Toronto sleeping on sidewalks, he ended up that way, until a nice man (that should have been his father, perhaps he was that night a father to him) told him that he was too beautiful of a young man to sleep on the sidewalk.  He took him in, bought him clothes, got him his driver’s licence and monies; something that his father could have done but did not do.  After a few years the good father entered his room with a paper.  “Do you know how much you have cost me so far?”  I remember the amount he told me, $26,323.00.  “Do you think I did this for nothing?” 

He was hooked on a lifestyle, perhaps like a street woman that lives better off the street from the man who said he loved her.  And the young man said to me: “I feel so dirty.  I feel ashamed.”  It was no shame to be where he was.  He survived, but what was troubling his heart was the illusion of a father that never showed up anywhere, that I suddenly became to him.  How could you take advantage of such a situation?  The same applies to a young woman who comes to your arms for a father. Either way, sexuality is taking part like it is in marriage.

I asked the young man to take me where he lived.  I remember the street, and of all names: Church; a big old house which would have had four stories, where in the basement: parties, marijuana, sexual exploitation - a make-believe happiness, perhaps like the young in a gang, believing they have overcome their hurts.

I sat there sharing with them as my sons, as I invite you all gays to come.  You could have hurt a fly.  There was no one unmoved, untouched.  At 7 AM in the morning, one guy got up and starting laughing and said: “Do you think you’ve converted anything here today preacher?  You’ve wasted your time.”  I remember retrieving into my spirit.  I did not feel disappointed, but my spirit showed me something beautiful that I shared with them.  I said to them: “Do anyone of you regret what you’ve heard - that you’ve heard from these many hours?  Because if you do, I apologize.  But a miracle did happen tonight.  It’s the first time that this house sees a whole night without sexuality.  I love you, my boys.”

As I got up and walked out, the young man followed me.  “Can I stay with you?  I love you.”  It was not a gay man.  It was an unhappy young man.  And I could not deprive myself of making him happy, certainly not using him, even when he said, “I would do anything for you.”

I told the young man, “If you only know how your father misses you, you would run out of here.”  And he replied as I would have replied if someone told me this, when I ran away to Toronto and I was so scared that my parents found me, that I called the police to tell them that I was scared.  This young man was living the same thing.  So I proposed to call his father in Vancouver by cellular phone and to pretend to be an old friend of his, looking for him and that he would know that his father misses him.

So when I called the number he gave me, I asked for the boys’ name, which I won’t mention here.  The father burst out crying: “Do you know my son?  Do you know where he is…?”  I took the phone and I passed it onto the boy, “Because if you know where he is I would do anything, I would crawl on my knees to get him home.”  And I heard the young by say, “Dad it’s me!”  

After, I spoke to his father on the phone and told him that he would be in my care until he would receive his plane fare.  Imagine - entering a motel with a young gay man and a preacher.  Can you just see the media talking a picture?  It didn’t matter to me.  The young man went back to Vancouver.  He’s graduating this year as a doctor and he’s married. 

I want to hear your story, however you are.  I don’t care what you do.  I want to know you.  That’s it.  And as Christ did, I will marry you by sharing my love with you, becoming the father of all gays and lesbians and what is even called straight that doesn’t stand.  That’s where we begin a nation.  The rest will be a sequel, so read the first chapter.  The rest will be automatic.  I love you, sons and daughters.  Organize the gathering and I’ll be there for you.  God bless you.

Roger Poisson