Grey's Anatomy is the only TV show I watch. For those of you who have not been following the story line...two of the doctors...Callie and Arizona (interesting name, no?) are lesbians. The show has tastefully chronicled their love affair through ups and downs which include (but are not limited to)
Callie's dream of having children. Arizona's refusal (in spite of the fact that she likes kids...being a pediatrician and all) Several break ups. Several make ups.
Arizona left Callie standing at the airport as they were waiting to board a flight bound for Africa where Arizona had taken a new job in a back woods, jungle pediatric clinic. Callie quit her job to go along. Last minute change of plans. Ooops. See ya' later.
So Callie (who technically seems to be bisexual) found refuge in the arms of her bud, Dr. Mark Sloan. The refuge produced a baby.
Arizona came back....couldn't live without Callie. Yes, but....you ditched me. And. Big AND. I'm pregnant with Mark's baby.
More turmoil surrounded the dropping of that little bombshell.
So there have been ups and downs and disputes between Mark and Arizona (she didn't care much for him before he impregnated Callie...and now...well, not even that much)
And then....soap opera drama....a major car crash. Callie almost died. Some cliffhanger moments. Baby almost died. More cliffhanger moments.
And then....all was well....they were on the mend, they were planning a wedding. A wedding that fell apart. Callie's mom is a diehard catholic. Wouldn't touch the baby. Finally admitted she couldn't even stay for the wedding. And then....the minister who was slated to marry them (and there were many who would not) was in a car crash and couldn't perform the ceremony.
“Forget this nonsense,” Callie said, “It’s all just a sham anyway.”....and called off the wedding. It was Dr. Bailey...surly, sarcastic chief resident who delivered the following poignant speech to a teary eyed Callie who was moping on the couch….kleenex in hand.
I just love this speech.....
"Okay, first of all, you do not need the law, or a priest, or your mother to make your wedding real. And the church can be anywhere you want it to be: in a field, on a fountain, right here in this room, anywhere. Because where do you think God is? C'mon now! He's in you, he's in me, he's right here between us.
Wow...profound....he's in you. He's in me. He's right here between us. That omnipresent thing. Or as David coined it in in the Psalms, where I can go from your presence? Wherever I go, behold thou art there!!!
Now your church hasn't caught up to God yet. Your mother, she hasn't caught up to God yet. And, by the way, she may not ever catch up, but it's okay. It's okay.
It seems that many, many Christians who profess to know him have not caught up to God yet.
If you are willing to stand up in front of your friends and family and God and commit yourself to another human being, to give of yourself in that kind of partnership, for better or worse, in sickness and health — honey, that is a marriage, that is real, and that's all that matters.
Which is a great explanation for the reason gays want to marry in the first place…for the same reasons heterosexuals want to marry. Unfortunately, that doesn’t always turn out as planned. Bailey, who is newly divorced continues…
Besides, girl, I got legally married to a man in a church. Look how good that turned out."
Yep....as others have pointed out....
Heterosexuals have been doing a fine job of ruining the 'institution' of marriage for decades.