My friend Mark Morgan (1961-1993) died of “the flu”. I miss him every day. He gave me my first job when I was 15 years old in 1986. Mark owned Toomer’s Drug Store in Auburn, Alabama. This was his dream as a pharmacist and a huge Auburn football fan because the drug store was where we all rolled the oak trees with toilet paper whenever we won a game.
I knew Mark was gay, but we never talked about it because it was the mid-80’s in Alabama, and Mark was Southern Baptist. I grieve that I could never talk to him about being gay, but I saw how much he struggled with being a Christian and gay. I assumed that when he was ready, he would share.
Each year, Mark took a vacation to New England.
He would tell us about this area called Provincetown and share how much he loved it there. Even then, I knew in the marrow of my being that he went there so that for one week a year, he could truly be as God created him without judgment or shame.
Mark was an active leader in our church and when I was asked to preach the sermon on Youth Sunday, Mark helped me prepare my delivery. I vividly remember practicing my sermon in the sanctuary as he walked down the aisle giving me pointers.
I stopped working at Toomer’s in 1991 but often saw Mark until I heard at Christmas, 1992, that he was sick. I really wanted to visit him to tell him my exciting news that I was going to seminary to be a minister. But his parents told me he was in the hospital and was too sick for anyone to visit him. When I asked what he had, they quickly told me and everyone else in town that he had a bad case of the flu.
Mark died on January 5, 1993. I have never said this out loud but I will say it here in this holy ground of @theaidsmemorial: my friend, Mark Morgan, died from complications of AIDS.
Mark not only shaped my adolescence, he shaped my ministry because I vowed to welcome all in the Church and celebrate that all — especially those who are gay, lesbian, bisexual, transgender — are created in God’s image because my friend, Mark, was created in God’s image!