Ric Alba – Homosexuality, The Church and Christian Music

It’s been a busy week at the intersection of religion and our bedrooms – a very busy week. The Culture Wars are back it seems.  Washington State lawmakers passed a bill allowing same sex marriage.  Earlier in the week the Ninth Circuit Court of Appeals ruled that California’s Proposition 8 which bans same sex marriage was unconstitutional, upholding a lower court’s ruling, and almost guaranteeing a trip to the Supreme Court. Rick Santorum, has made a platform of social conservatism and believes that the health of our economy and the very future of our country is threatened by the decline of marriage but rabidly opposes gay marriage and contraception. He won all three of the Missouri, Colorado and Minnesota caucuses.

There is also a war on religion, apparently, with the most recent battle raging just after we’ve barely recovered from the war on Christmas. This one focuses on contraception and those who work for religious institutions other than churches (hospitals and colleges, for example) having access to birth control coverage in their health plans. Yes, that’s right. Over 50 years after Vatican II, contraception is again an issue.  J.C. Penney has come under fire for their use of Ellen DeGeneres as a spokesperson.  The battle over the Great Satan Planned Parenthood and most recently the Susan Komen Foundation’s decision to stop working with them continues to get airtime.

All this in the space of a week.

When government, religion and the bedroom collide, it’s a train wreck and like most train wrecks there are bound to be causalities.  I’ve been meaning to ask my dear friend and bandmate Ric Alba if he would allow me to post an interview he did in 2010 for a special edition of Down The Line Magazine called “Homosexuality, God and The Church.” (That issue also includes great interviews with Sean Doty from Veil of Ashes and Dug Pinnick from King’s X).  On the occasion of the ruling against Proposition 8, the time had come and Ric agreed. He tells his powerful story of navigating that intersection, that train wreck of religion and bedroom in the context of what it means to be a well-known Christian musician for the first time in this interview.  Perhaps you have been impacted by similar stories from those you love.  Read his story.  I am so happy to have Ric back in my life and in my creative circles again, and so heartbroken to read what he had to endure.  Let Ric tell you in his own words…

“If there is an eternal kingdom beyond
this one, filled with love and wonder, let
no one feel he is hopelessly shut out from
it, or being crushed under it.”
Interview By Steve Ruff¹

Was the Altar Boys the first band you were in?

I was in quite a few different bands before I landed in Altar Boys, but I was an Altar Boy the longest by far.

How did you get into the band? What is the history there?

It was like growing up in a big house with lots of brothers switching rooms a lot. Me and my friend Frank had a working cover band when we started high school and I bought my first bass. When we were 18 he announced he was born again, and I started going to the home Bible study he went to. I was raised Catholic and had the core beliefs, but I never thought of a relationship with the Son of God until I met these people and saw a little of what that was like. When it really hits you that a guy bled and died for you, you start taking him pretty seriously. Knowing there was nothing I could do to make it up to him; I decided then and there that my life was his. I eventually moved into the house where we held the study. It was very like a commune.

We started an acoustic band, singing and witnessing at city parks and such until Frank met Gym Nicholson and started playing drums a new band Gym had with Joey Taylor. For me that was the Big Bang that coalesced into the Christian rock/punk-rock scene we call the 80’s. They shared rehearsal space with another new band started by Chris Wimber (miss you my friend) on bass, who needed someone to play keyboards. That someone was me. After a while we all switched around and became the Lifesavors and Undercover where I played bass. Frank moved inland with a few others and formed the group, Bargain. Meanwhile the circle was widening here in Orange County, and me, Chris and Kevin from the Lifesavors, and Kevin’s brother Mike held living room jams that went pretty nicely, and eventually, Mike and his cousin Jeff started their band, Altar Boys, which I joined later after leaving Undercover. Short genealogy, but it came with a lot of growing pains over a short time. Voluntarily giving up my spot in Undercover was astonishingly painful and confusing.

What exactly did lead you to voluntarily leaving Undercover?

More aptly put, what the hell was I thinking? Anyway that story starts when I was in a band with Chris Wimber, and started going to his dad’s new church that met at a gymnasium and eventually became the Anaheim Vineyard. I have to jump ahead for a sec, because I can’t think of them without regretting not being around in the 90’s enough to know I was losing Chris and John Wimber to illness. Chris and I spent a lot of time at his mom and dad’s back when we were band mates, and I loved John for being open to new things he felt God was doing, but not every new thing was working for me.

I ran into a real snag about a thing called the gifts of the spirit. Its things we did while laying hands on people to pray for them. One gift was a kind of one-on-one prophecy, where God tells you things to tell the person you’re praying for, plus there was healing, casting out demons, and a thing called “slaying in the spirit,” where a person falls backward involuntarily after being tapped on the forehead. I was skeptical about some of these things, and I had no taste for exorcisms, but I was eager to get on board, to be obedient. I dove in, but nothing happened. I tried not to feel left out, but how do you not?

By the time Undercover’s first album was out, a common question we got was how we each knew we were called by God to use rock music to reach people. That’s when I started questioning my calling, because of my dilemma over the gifts of the spirit. Folks at church would ask me for a full report if I had a show that week, eager to hear the wondrous spiritual works they hoped we were doing to people after our shows. Well, that’s not what people were coming for. Back at church, I knew that to fake it, whether meaning to or not, would mock of the realness of God. So if God wanted me in on this out in the field he would have to make it happen without me pushing it, like when people push the little Ouija board thingy to give the spirits a boost. In church, people would push and push on my forehead and there I’d stand while people all around me were being slain in the spirit, sometimes haulking up demons, getting up and slaying each other. Everyone was so sure about how real it was and how it was a promised outpouring of the Holy Spirit – the future of ministry. I took it to heart and thought God was relieving me of the ministry due to my skepticism, or worse, that I was never called to be in a band in the first place, which broke my heart. Joey, Gym, Bill, Danny and everybody were dumbfounded at my announcement to leave the band, and so was I. Within seconds after the last note at my last show with them I was crying out loud on Bill and Debbie’s shoulders. If anyone remembers a baby crying on the lawn at Big Calvary after an outdoor Undercover show in ’81, that was me. At 21 and a half, I was such a kid, more than I knew.

I retreated into a life of church activities with my best friend Bonnie, and we eventually got married. She encouraged me not to give up music, and about that time Mike Stand started calling me. Everyone agreed that my not being in a band was a mistake, and next thing I knew I was confirmed as an Altar Boy and fully restored to our big musical family, and boy did that feel great. Whether I was any more grown-up at 23 and a half I couldn’t say. As for the gifts of the spirit, I still believed in them but I just let it go as a task assigned to others, while we had our own work to do and fun to have. Being an Altar Boy was loads of fun, and we kept everyone laughing when we weren’t too hard at work. Most of the time we were typical Boys.

What was it like, back in the day, being in one of the earliest bands in the Christian music scene?

What was unique to that time was all the unnecessary pain the more conservative types inflicted on themselves, reacting to the punk rock culture that was flooding their turf very quickly. One pastor, who was known for reaching out to the young, announced to everyone that he couldn’t get behind punk rock like he did for the hippies a decade before. But by our first Cornerstone Festival, what the Jesus People in Chicago were doing with their hair and earlobes—-we knew we’d always have a home there at least. And on the West coast, the hippies didn’t fear the Mohawk as their pastors predicted, and before long the shears came out. We had as many detractors as supporters, but the big angry post-punk look paid off by scaring away anyone who would give undue grief to the younger ones in our care. We were very protective of them that way, and I don’t feel apologetic now, because I think every advance in social progress was the result of both its peace makers and its rabble rousers. Not that Mohawks and body metal are important, but that the opposite is true—that everyone young and old is accepted regardless of what they look like or what their music sounds like. That was a common theme for our bands back then, and in my opinion, a kind of landmark amendment. Sometimes outside our shows there’d be a guy or two shouting petty judgments at people about hair, clothing, or dancing, and they’d meet an army of rebuke from us, for the sake of the people we felt were in our care.

Another theme was that so many people came to concerts with their deepest needs, sometimes in crisis, looking for hope, advice, and practical help with serious situations. This was far more compelling work to me than the task of delivering the facts of the gospel, especially since most of the audience knew those facts and it was the speakers afterward who did that job. Our hearts—well, I should speak for myself but I learned this watching my band mates – it was about being there for people, mostly younger than us but not always, but who needed a good word from someone they felt was in touch with them. That wasn’t hard, because who doesn’t love loving people, but when people needed help beyond what a band guy from another town can really help with, I’d come home with a nagging feeling of helplessness. Not the worst thing, because it motivated me to look for better ways to help, and it reminded me that we were more than a rock show. Screw wondering if I was “called.” When there’s work to be done, no one needs permission.

I read the note on your Facebook page that addresses your leaving the Altar Boys and ‘ministry’… why exactly did you leave?

No short answer, because I didn’t want to leave, and they didn’t want me to, no doubt. I announced it right after the first tour for Forever Mercy. The circumstances? One: I enrolled in junior college to major in psych, carrying 18 units. Two: I thought it would also give me time to do the door-banging I expected to have to do to get Holes in the Floor of Heaven made. The Boys were supportive of the project, but our record label panned the idea the year or two before when I first showed them my demo. It turned out school was going to take up so much time and focus that I felt the rest should be devoted to strengthening my marriage. My “band-guy” schedule wasn’t good for marriage, nor were other factors you know I’m already prepared to talk about here. Anyway, in 1990 I left all other projects behind to hit the books, settle down, and maybe start a family.

Why was the record label not happy with Holes?

My timing was bad. When I called them, I think in ‘88 or ‘89 for an appointment about it, they weren’t keen on the idea already because we’d just recorded Against the Grain, and they were in talks with Mike for Do I Stand Alone. Two new solo albums aren’t the best thing for a band’s new album to compete with I suppose. I played them the demo, and they didn’t jump for joy. “Truly Helpless,” “Laughter,” and “See You in Person” weren’t written yet anyway, come to think of it, so I don’t blame them. But all of that was just circumstances.

What was the motivating factor in wanting to do a solo album?

Boy I would have loved to have figured that out in ’87. But the very thing that drove me was the battle inside to understand what was driving me. The answer again lies in who and what we are inside. I’ll start small. I always felt at home writing songs with Mike’s voice in mind, but by ’87 I also found myself writing songs that were deeply personal, and given to more delicate arrangements. I built up quite a cassette load and the Boys called it, ‘Ric’s Solo Album.’ One day I had the stones to play it for our record label. I didn’t expect them to green-light it right off, but it seemed right to try anyway. When they gave me a polite but clear no, I figured Against the Grain was just out and I was into that, so I shrugged off the side project idea for some other time and place.

Looking back, my head wasn’t ready. Releasing it then would have meant talking a lot about myself in public and it wouldn’t have been a good thing – it wouldn’t have helped people. I was only starting to treat myself with any kindness about my inner battles – barely. In order to handle those subjects in a way that would help other people like myself and not hurt them, I would need to grow bigger stones. But the songs were bringing something home to me – something completely independent of sexual orientation. It started hitting me that I felt a life-long disconnection from the rest of humanity, and that it was because I let too few people really know me. It was getting harder to bury that awareness under my work, what with whole days riding in vans, airplanes, etc, where I’d get carsick from reading, and there’s nothing to do but think. After you run out of ways to crack your friends up, and the tapes of Yes, Rush, and other brain candy bands wear out in your walkman, there’s nothing left to give attention to but yourself.

So there I was, a stranger. Not a bad guy, just a new guy who would take me some getting used to, and who I kept under lock and chain, out of sight and alone in my don’t-ask-don’t-tell world. My battle wasn’t so cut and dried anyway. I wouldn’t concede to simply regarding myself as gay. Everybody knows there’s that schoolyard ordinance that no one picks the gay kid for their team. Also, the standard Christian teaching was that calling it a sexual orientation is giving a nod to sin. It was an impossible equation, discovering that what you are, is something that your articles of faith insist doesn’t even exist, or it’s a sin to exist. So I held fast that I was suffering from something unknown, unexplained and universally misunderstood, and that the only person who I believed did understand, who could help me understand, hadn’t been seen in person for 2,000 years.

I never thought I was unloved. Loving and being loved, right out loud, was always plentiful in my life, but it occurred to me that by going through such a major struggle with no one knowing what it was, I wasn’t letting people know me like one probably ought to for good health, and in order to really feel that connection with humanity. I saw love bombarding me from all around like so much solar wind, but because I wasn’t open to people really knowing me, it was like love was bouncing off me, not quite getting in. I’m sure people felt they knew me just fine, but I felt like they couldn’t. I didn’t think I was unique in that, but all I could say about it was that people have inner battles that make them feel lonely no matter what, and that I was having a major one. When people who love you also know you because you let them inside you – that, I believed and became hopeful, would enable me to trust love, bask in it, and do a better job of sharing it.

So I had to sing out with my own voice. I re-recorded my home demo, adding “Truly Helpless,” “See You in Person,” and “Laughter,” and played it out loud every chance I got. It was as transparent as I dared. Not that the lyrics have anything deliberately hidden in them, by any stretch. Thinking back now, most of them are snapshots, you know, impressions left on my mind in some kind of process of unfolding. The scenery and events are meant to illustrate internal events in my life, and I guess the life of anyone who finds himself in an imperfect world, looking for a perfect God to perfect it. They describe what it was like to be me back then, but I knew better than to think my particular situation was the only one that can produce the kinds of anxieties, wonderment, ironies, and such that I was trying to describe.

The only hidden meaning I think I ever wrote, I took out. “Hold My Hand” originally had a metaphor whose meaning only I knew:

“I stood at the gate at the final step, to gaze and gaze at the fires of hell, which seemed so nice and warm to me, but I did not go inside.”

It was me saying I think I’m gay and we all believe it’s wrong, so I’m not going there. I cut it from the song and squeezed it onto the front of my bass, daring myself to be ready to answer any direct questions about it. No one asked, I guess because everyone found their own meaning in it, which every songwriter loves. A pastor actually used it as part of a little sermon. But I believe that song lyrics, no matter who directed at, are also from the writer, to the writer, and my previous advice, “Tell me what you mean, now, don’t scream,” was fast becoming, “Okay yeah, scream.”

I think we are driven more by who and what we are, than by circumstances. Let me pontificate just for a second. I think personal transparency one to another is one of the things the world needs, but sadly, putting your heart out there on your sleeve often gets dismissed as self- importance, and we shame each other for it. This is one of the things that keeps people shy, and like the man sang, shyness may seem nice, but it can stop you from doing things in life. What I’m saying is I’m going to spill some of my guts all over your magazine, if that’s cool. Take it as an exercise in faith and trust. I’ve never quite done this before but now I have to, because my absence left good people having to guess about some things from bits and pieces of second hand data. I won’t describe what misunderstandings have been out there, and I don’t know what they all are. But maybe we can set it all straight. It’s only fair to the people who were there.

I once thought I was doing everyone a favor by staying completely out of sight, but now I think I may have been selfish, and doing this feels right. Our work as Altar Boys was possible because of people generously opening up their hearts and guts to us. How dare I not do the same, even after this long? This is only my side, by the way. This is the start of a conversation I hope to have with a lot of people. There is so much I don’t know, which other people do.

Ric had asked if he had permission to spill his guts, I told him, “You absolutely have my permission to spill your guts…”

I’ll start with the easy stuff. Growing up gay and celibate, there was a teaching going around about what to do if you think you’re gay. It said that we each have the Son of God Himself to provide a life of intimate-yet-platonic male companionship, like it was with David and Jonathan. But there’s a catch – that if you need more than the platonic from anyone, that need came from sin, so Christianity has no biblical provision for it, no matter how sincerely felt. So I didn’t fool around, and did a good job burying any gay sexual or romantic drive I had right out of my own sight under the intensity of my work in Christian bands. Or, I just had that small of a sex drive. That was the excuse I always gave for not acting like a normal, slobbering horn-dog about girls, but I think it had some truth to it overall. Earlier at age twenty I got counseling at church, where it was taught that homosexuality is a symptom of things that one can be healed from. After a few sessions, saying I didn’t think I was quite healed, they told me to claim my healing and move on without questioning it, or even mentioning it. It seemed awfully simple, but easy for me because gay or straight, I wasn’t all that strung out on the pursuit for sex, and I was eager to be a proper heterosexual in the flesh, and Jesus’ lover in the spirit, so to speak.

Of course even once I started questioning it all later at around 28, I stayed away from gay sex because I was married to my best friend, a girl. If our environment was a gay-friendly one we probably would have been like TV’s Will and Grace. But before marriage we just knew we were into each other and wanted to share the future. We didn’t try sex together until we got married on a fast wave of new marriages at church, especially in our small group that did everything together as friends, then started pairing off and marrying. I was a virgin when I married at 23. Looking back, it was like I was 16.

When gay people come out young to lead healthy, happy gay lives, a lot of Christians accuse them of giving in to selfish desires. But in my 1983 Christian imperative to be the ever-so obedient one, a gay kid heroically choosing a heterosexual lifestyle like it was going to be some kind jewel in my crown, I was the one being indescribably selfish. I ruined seven plus years of her life, which was cut even shorter later by leukemia. If I could trade that crown for whatever I thought God or nature was gonna do to me for being gay, I would jump into anyone’s lake of fire to give her back those years. I’d give up whatever eternal rewards good little boys get, just to have spent some time with her as a friend before losing her forever. Someone please memo the apostles, to amend their epistles (or otherwise clarify) and put a stop to that kind of insane destruction.

I agree with you that transparency in any relationship is a must… how did that factor in with you being open about your sexuality with the Altar Boys…?

I wasn’t, and that seems unfair looking back, but I thought I was doing the right thing. I wish it weren’t so, but the only people who knew I once went to church counseling about gayness were my counselors, my small group at church, and the other founding members of Undercover who never gave me the slightest grief about it, and treated me like the younger brother I felt I was. It created a bond between they and I that I robbed from the Altar Boys by being so opaque. I’m sorry for that. But by the time I was confirmed as an Altar Boy, married no less, I truly believed on advice from my counselors that it was all behind me and that was that.

As time went on and it became clear to me and my band mates that my emotional well-being was suffering from something, they simply kept encouraging me as part of the team, and quite literally held my hand through all the anxiety. I think Mike might have joked from time to time that he thought I might be gay. I think straight folks often do that when they think a friend is silently gay, in hopes to break down a wall between them and build trust. I knew I had their unconditional love, but even in all our efforts to keep our little corner of the ministry focused on people helping one another who were hurting – no matter what was hurting them – the world we worked in was still after all, the world of Christian evangelicalism, and I felt that our life’s work hinged on me keeping that wall up, thinking I was doing myself, everybody, and God a favor. It was much later that I put it into words, how my opaqueness was the thing that was crippling me – stopping me from taking in the love that was all around me.

The incongruity took its toll, producing nightmares, anxiety, waves of depression, and the return from younger days of a neurological thing they call sleep paralysis. It drove me to come right out to Bonnie about what was going on inside. After we talked I contacted my church’s counseling center, and they put me in touch with what turned out to be a Christian in-patient clinic with different “tracks,” including one for fending off homosexuality. I can’t believe I did that. Two things though. It was essential to get some therapy, and lots of it. The focus wasn’t on how not to have gay sex, especially since I hadn’t had any anyway. There were people who checked in with depression, chemical dependency, abusive relationships, etc. A big part of those programs is stress and mood management, which was good.

But it wasn’t all good. I was getting all this help and it was killing me that she (Bonnie) wasn’t warm to getting any for herself, other than what they offered at church. Right at the beginning of my stay I was cut off from her, without notice, by someone – I never learned exactly who – who told her and not me, that we shouldn’t see or talk to each other during that time and that I shouldn’t come home when the program was done. When the time came I didn’t immerse myself back in our church, because Bonnie was relying on that circle of support for herself, and I wanted that for her. I moved into a sober house with some others I knew from the clinic. All I could do was agonize and pray that those from whom she was seeking comfort and advice would do a good job of it. The aftercare work there was Christian oriented, as were most of my roommates, but from different schools of thought about faith. I heard different ways of thinking, and understood them — to my astonishment. But like the obedient boy I fancied myself trying to be, I was terrified by the idea of changing any of my fundamental Christian beliefs. I went straight from there to tour for Forever Mercy, then home to Bonnie to talk about our future, and maybe a family, enroll in school, and hang up my Altar Boy robes for the last time.

The prospect of going from band guy with wife-at-home, to mom and dad with kids was a reality check for both of us – that our chances were slim to none, given our situation. She hated saying so, and I hated hearing it, but I knew it was true and we called it quits for good. With no marriage, no band, and leaving all our mutual Christian friends and church to her, I went into those ‘fires of hell that seemed so warm’ – the ones I did not go inside before – then right back out again with the singe of having destroyed the gay-celibacy I had foolishly relied on for self-worth. I raced back to school and to Christian out-patient gay sex rehab counseling, and back to that sober house, going to church with my housemates. I didn’t dare think about recording an album. I was sure I’d screwed that for good. Later, when I went to record the vocals for the album, I was sure I had lost the person who wrote those songs. But as I sang and heard the playback, it all came flooding back and it started feeling like me again, like I was singing to myself, calling out to myself, forgiving myself for not being perfect, and forgiving humanity and the world for the same.

What I had the most to repent from was all those years of holding myself up in my mind as something special for never having gay sex, because those who had, had no less right to see God in person, no less right to a hand to hold, or to dance en masse on God’s shimmering sea of glass, as I ever thought I deserved for being celibate.

How did you get hooked up with Steve and Derri from The Choir?

We were already buds from the road and worked together on earlier projects. By then though, I was keeping myself out of reach to everyone except my ex-wife. But there was Drew Jaya (Chef’s Hat Boxing), and Bert, who were long-term fixtures in the technical crews of some of the bands, who found me and hung around. I like to think maybe Bonnie, for my sake, made sure they could contact me. Bert played my demo for Steve and Derri and arranged a meeting. If I remember it right, and I’m open to rebuttal, their primary question was simply if I wanted to do it. I was prepared to say, “By the way I turned out gay” but they spared me by saying, “By the way, we heard you were gay,” like I’d taken up an interesting new hobby. I volunteered that I was, but I was getting help and I had no plans to present myself as a gay and proud Christian singer. They nodded affirmation, though I don’t remember them actually requiring any of that from me. But I’m sure we all knew what the Mothership Christian industry of that time – those above the small labels, and control mainstream distribution and promotion – might have done to any of her native sons outing himself publicly with head held high, thinking he’d still have a place at the big family table. I wasn’t going to do that anyway, still trying to fend off my own sexuality. I knew I was interviewing for a job I already held forever, but the one who came to that meeting unsure about my qualifications because of sexual orientation, was me. It was one of those make-or-break moments that came and went for me like a gentle breeze, but it hits me to know there are meetings at other labels under that giant ship that go very differently, and people in my same situation come away feeling far worse than anything I had the stones to risk back then.

But just after the album came out, it was suddenly a done deal as far as I could see. I couldn’t go out and tour as a Christian, not in 1991. News of my sexcapade had gotten around, and I heard that some churches were pulling the album from their bookstore shelves, including my alma mater, the Anaheim Vineyard. I got a phone call from one of the lay pastors telling me to come to their offices to stand before them (their words) to declare my repentance. It struck me odd, because I knew that they knew I’d gone directly back into Christian ex-gay counseling for that very purpose. What was all that when I was twenty, about claiming healing and moving on? But they said if I didn’t show up I’d be officially handed over to Satan for the destruction of the flesh, (their words) so that my soul might be saved. I asked them what that meant and they said so that Satan would kill my body before my soul went too far into sin (too far for what?), and in order to grant him access to me they have to cut me cut off from the body of Christ, so I’d better show up. My first impulse was to be that obedient kid again, to rush to do everything they would require of me, and win back their acceptance for that dutiful child I’d been at age 21 and a half. But I stopped when I realized what that would do to him. My stones grew three sizes that day.

This kid needed help, and – just like all those kids back in Altarboy land – needed a good word from someone he felt was in touch with him. That had to be me, and seven years as an Altar Boy gave me loads of practice. So I rescued that kid from thinking he was about to be handed over to people who could so arrange his early death. Nor was I going to let him believe that his God was the kind who would send an invisible monster to chase him down at the behest of his aunts and uncles in Christ. I never felt so truly helped and helpful, so unlocked, unchained, and monster-free as I felt hanging up that phone. I was taking charge of my own beliefs, clearing out the temple so to speak.

If God is true, men are liars. I had to let God rule and nothing else – not the book, the church, not anything I piled onto my back after I set out to follow the Son of God, sight unseen 14 years earlier. If there’s a secret world – a pure world in the heart of God – then it didn’t need any of the stuff we’ve tried to shove into it in our attempts to define it for each other, requiring each other’s strict adherence. Not that there weren’t babies in that bath water, but everyone knows how to throw out bath water without throwing out a baby. I mean like, duh.

So I dove into my life, and it included dating guys. Maybe gay Christians have gotten better at explaining that by 2010, but not me, not then. So I didn’t explain, and never have. There I was, queer I was, and I was getting used to it. No God in any Heaven I could imagine would subject any of his children to the bullet-dance people were making his gay kids do to reconcile themselves for everyone’s approval. As far as I could guess, anyone in God’s kingdom who chooses to twist his own face into a painful, ugly shape at the idea of sharing it with their gay brothers and sisters, God would just as soon let them stay in their ugly pain as long as they want to, until they learn to think better, and without any of his children having to prove a case. As if.

What I never got used to though, because of the timing of my execu… I mean, excommunication… was having to walk away from the prospect of touring for Holes. I did play here and there before it hit the stores, but it wouldn’t serve anyone for me to go out under the banner of a specific world view and keep my home life – one generally condemned by that view – a secret (remember loved and known?). Anyone who’s tried can tell you, but I can only imagine what it’s like to be constantly on guard against conversations where folks talk about what they did on a weekend, who you share a home with and how, etc. There’d be no moral way to go out other than to keep it real, and in 1991, who in that mothership was gonna throw a party for our brand new label and her ‘surprise-he’s-gay artist’? I was tempted a little to go right to the Christian mainstream saying, “Here I am, your native son, let’s do a tour and yeah I have a boyfriend so what,” and let the sparks fly in full public view, as they should. But I didn’t want to drag Glasshouse (Steve and Derri) with me into a publicized issue war against the mothership, after promising them that I had no such intention. So I just let it be. Whether those were words of wisdom is strictly up to anyone, and anything can change.

My belief system re-grew with the conviction that God is a lover of truth, and therefore doesn’t require us to point at that which we can’t possibly be certain about, and call it a certainty at the expense of a person’s well-being. A choice to impair another person’s well-being on the grounds of something we can’t be certain about is nothing other than a choice to impair someone, and should be met with an army of rebuke by all good people seeking to serve a good God. Given that, if we are endowed by our creator with anything, it is the freedom we each have to imagine and embrace any thought about Him, new or time-honored, that enhances one’s own ability to live well and love well. This has to be far more important than picking the right name for God, the right book of scriptures, the right whatever, like trying to win a trip to Heaven on a game show where you have to guess what’s behind doors and under boxes.

So anyway, there I was a year later, with an amazing boyfriend, starting what has become the best part of my life. I did touch base here and there with blokes from the old crowd but I immersed myself in new things. I got very busy in school and interning at various HIV/AIDS organizations. Drew Jaya and I started a band in L.A called, Chef’s Hat Boxing, with me off the bass and having a proper go at six strings. The Human Sound (Altar Boys) was always on the set list, as well as Laughter, See You In Person, and Pretty Blue Things from Holes. It was the Nirvana 90’s and we had fun adding all that dirt and iron to the guitar work on those songs. The re-vamped “Laughter” made it onto our six song demo. Club audiences were a healthy mix, with boyfriend proudly holding my seat for me next to him while I was on stage with Drew and the others. It felt good not hiding anything or promoting anything other than brutal honesty and good musical composition. We haven’t played in ages now, but if geography and our other careers didn’t prohibit, we probably would.

I saw on your Facebook page at one time that you called yourself an evangelistic agnostic…. what does that mean? Do you still claim the Christian faith?

That “Religious Views” status was when I first signed up and I was kidding, kinda. It was at the end of a long office day, and I guess I was in a colorful mood. I’ve changed it since. My showing up started with an email from and old friend from the earliest days, Jerry Davis, who played bass with Gym and Ojo when I first met them. He mentioned running into everyone through Facebook. I had to see if I couldn’t find a way to integrate my estranged worlds. When I thought I got a pink slip from God at age 21 I thought I lost everything. When I came back a couple of years later as an Altar Boy, it turned out I hadn’t lost anything other than the time I was apart from my brothers. Now here we are, love intact, and I don’t want to lose another day. Today I don’t feel cut off from any family I’d ever belonged to. I have to say here that I never believed that Chris or John Wimber even knew about that phone call I got from church. If they had, they would’ve checked with me personally, and heads would have rolled in full public view. Nor do I feel I have to keep love under lock and chain, or that anything will ever stop me again from drinking in the deep wonders of the Earth, the sky, or whatever we can imagine lies beyond.

The coolest thing is I’m finding myself back in the presence of some of my old band mates, doing this and that musically, but mostly enjoying being back in their midst, one by one. Gym, Ojo, and I are on an upcoming Dead Artist Syndrome track with Brian Healy. There’s an Undercover track in process as well, waiting for me to be done with all this jabbering and fire up that bass.

Okay so am I Christian today? I leave that to others to decide, because faith-group identity doesn’t matter to me, and I don’t think it would matter to anyone in Heaven. I thought I was an atheist for a brief time, but my skepticism won out against it. If there are those who genuinely worry about my well being and hinge it on whether I qualify for a Christian identity, I recognize that as an expression of love. If they get to know me and they see me as one of their own, then I am and can be no other. If some see me as a child of the devil, to be avoided and estranged, I regard myself their brother no less, and implore them to think things through about how to regard their brothers.

In 1978 when I asked the Son of God to come into my heart and mind and to use me for his good purposes I meant it, and I meant it when I committed my life to his work. I’ve never withdrawn that request, or that commitment. I would be lying though, not to say that it means different things to me now than what it meant then, but not so different as I or anyone would have thought. As Christians do, I want to see a better world. I want there to be more to existence than what we can yet see and feel. I want death to be conquered and bad guys stopped from doing bad things until badness is a thing of the past and we’re all good guys. I want all good beings, seen or unseen, to be praised for the good they do, and are, and I want to be taught by them. These things aren’t limited to Christianity, but I learned them as a Christian. How can I not see myself as a part of their world, and they a part of mine, whether anyone feels that way or not?

Why is it, by your estimation, that in the world of Christendom people are so completely opposed to the idea of homosexuality? It seems that in the world we live in (inside the church), there are so many gray areas, or areas that we make allowances for, but never with homosexuality… and why is the “gay but celibate” issue so prevalent? By comparison, how many straight people in the church stay celibate, probably not many?

Nearly none I’m sure, especially given that every heterosexual can get a sin-free ticket out of celibacy via the sacrament of Holy Matrimony. In addition to that, singles are allowed their romantic relationships, which aren’t condemned despite the occasional romp in times of weakness. Then, after washing themselves in the blood they still get to feel that their love itself is applauded and blessed, all the while pointing at their gay brothers and sisters with shame just for wanting to snuggle and call one another, “The one I love.”

I have some ideas about why so many people have such a disproportionately painful reflex about gayness, compared to so many other items on their lists of things they think people shouldn’t do. It’s not just in the Christian world either, but I think the Christian name is stamped on it in the Western world because those who hold anti-gay sentiments seem to run to the Christian Bible in order to defend their reactions. The more we see them doing that, the more it indicates that they can’t find a defense using reason, ethics, or common sense. Drop God’s name onto something, however, and enough people will applaud it, no matter how unfair, unkind, or unreasonable. Things are changing though.

Very long ago, around when I first became a Christian, a person related at a gathering how he was sharing the Gospel to someone at work that day and the guy told him how he had feelings for another guy. His response to the poor guy was, “Well, that’s the worst sin there is.” The reaction in the room was basically, “Yeah that’s right, you did good.” I think in some of those rooms today, it might have been different. I hear much less of that kind of reflex today than back when I was immersed in that environment. There is so much less of that than I expected when I set out to reconnect, and that adds so much to this hope that progress is moving along, and we’re getting over our fears, or whatever it is that’s been causing these reflexes.

I’m no anthropologist, but I like to think we inherit reflexes like that from our ancestors, like so many of what today are our irrational fears and hypersensitivities. It may be tied to the same impulses that produce the aversion to the thought of a male desiring to take on an otherwise female role. From deep into history men spent so much time and energy establishing them selves as worthy to be called a man. Perhaps people deep inside feel that gay guys are mocking that whole process – the whole institution of manliness – simply by taking on the ‘female role’ of making love to a man. I imagine that fierce imperative for manliness was necessary for the survival of groups of our ancestors during very lean times in history. I haven’t done all the science on that, but I like thinking along those lines anyway because it helps me be less judgmental of others for their irrational gut reactions, knowing I have my own that I have to get over in order to help me live and love better here in 2010.

Have I conquered any of my own? I mentioned a time when I was first writing songs for Holes, that I was just barely starting to show some grace toward my self about the prospect of even just recognizing my own gayness. So now, while defending people against that unkindness, at the same time I have to forgive people for having that reflex, in order to forgive myself for once having almost the same one even though I was my worst victim (I can only hope). Maybe the principle behind, “Forgive us our sins, as we forgive those….” works in multiple directions. I think we’re all on our way, and that we won’t always have to create these distinct ideological communities based on differing thoughts on God and Society, where a person thinks he has to choose one to be loyal to, disavowing all others, and thus the people in them. And in between, unseen and un-accessed in all that tearing asunder, is the love that we bear for one another, not would, but do bear. Most of us never know it’s there, or never get to. Boy I sure got to in recent months. There, I’m getting lyrical again. I always do when I think of the things we’ve been talking about.

You wrote this “It was an impossible equation, discovering that what you are, is something that your articles of faith insist doesn’t even exist, or it’s a sin to exist.” Do you think it is possible that there has been a misinterpretation in the Christian faith in regards to the theology of homosexuality? Can who Jesus was as a person be separated from the theology that is so prevalent in the church? Are you able to separate Him from the theology?

As surely as a vague, grossly incomplete description about my friend is separate from my friend himself. If a person can’t find Jesus in any other place but the Bible, what does that say about that person’s faith in his actual existence right there next to him? On the night I decided my life belonged to Jesus, I experienced all the things people say they experience. One of them being a sense of being suddenly different from a moment before, a sense of assurance of being forgiven for wrongdoing, and the feeling of a new world opening up for me, centered on the Son of God. Nowhere in that experience was there the conviction that the person I was following was bound to the Bible. Even though it was at a home Bible study, on that night there was no sense of being drawn spiritually to the Bible as an instruction manual for my new life. It was after some arguing, and a few more visits – very long and late sessions of being surrounded with hands laid on me that I conceded to what they insisted, to regard the Bible as the beginning and end of absolute truth about the universe and beyond. It was weeks before I discovered also that the group had a label – Born Again Christian – for what we were doing and experiencing. The term as I knew it, didn’t adequately convey what I thought we were seeking, and experiencing. I’d just been saying things like, ‘Oh, I follow Jesus now, and he’s forgiven my sins, and lives inside me.’

Okay, so what of The Christian Faith, and it’s popular prohibition against gayness? Hard to say exactly, because everyone seems to believe a little bit differently from everyone else, and I don’t see any one set of beliefs I can point to, to call, “The Christian Faith.” What do we mean, by “Christianity”? While it’s mentioned in the Bible that there were groups of people calling themselves Christians by name, I find no actual commandment for a follower of Jesus to do so, and thus, no need to conform himself into a document intended to represent all we think we know, but can’t possibly be certain of. Not in order to pursue Jesus, anyway, or do his work.

Given that distinction, and our hysterical – I mean historical tendency to rule each other from our fear reflexes – then yes, it is so very possible that Christian restrictions on same sex relationships are mistaken, with deadly consequences. Whether the mistake is the doctrine of the Bible’s inerrancy or in how leaders are interpreting the manuscript for others, the damage speaks for itself in so many ways, from loss of love to loss of life, and the disenfranchisement of countless people who want God as their Father, but are made to believe he would not have them unless they make themselves into someone else. That message to many people, including any gay person (but not stopping there) is, “Come to the kingdom and live abundantly, well, it won’t be you exactly, but whatever’s left after most of what you know as ‘you’ is slowly shamed to death and forgotten.”

In places where anti-gay attitudes are particularly strong, the message “Jesus Loves You” becomes, “Jesus would love for us to twist you into something that won’t make him puke.” Not that I need a count, but how many times in the Gospels did Jesus’ detractors, and even his followers get themselves in a wad about whom he chose to hang out and break bread with? If there is an eternal kingdom beyond this one, filled with love and wonder, let no one feel he is hopelessly shut out from it, or being crushed under it.

You wrote, “I stood at the gate at the final step, to gaze and gaze at the fires of hell, which seemed so nice and warm to me, but I did not go inside.” That is an amazing metaphor for so much in life, not just spiritually, but for many things that pull and push against us… good words! Some of the most profound words from this entire article came here, “If God is true, men are liars. I had to let God rule and nothing else – not the book, the church, not anything I piled onto my back after I set out to follow the Son of God, sight unseen, 14 years earlier. If there’s a secret world – a pure world in the heart of God – then it didn’t need any of the stuff we’ve tried to shove into it in our attempts to define it for each other, requiring each other’s strict adherence. Not that there weren’t babies in that bath water, but everyone knows how to throw out bath water without throwing out a baby.”

Funny and telling what a lyric can do for a person when he needs them to. I remember after my excommunication, having that line from “God Rules” in my head, “God is true, men are liars!” I just let the words loop around in there therapeutically, Bill’s voice shouting like that. Sim’s too, our two bands having played all those festivals together. I was saving myself, or someone was. Not necessarily my very life, but most of the stuff that makes a person a person. I bet they never thought that line would have that affect on someone. Another song I’m grateful for was Mike Stand’s, “I’m Only Human:” “Nothing more and nothing less, please let’s not forget.” It made me feel less estranged, hearing Mike’s voice, which was always a kind of foundation, singing those things especially. Even in my absence from the band, it made me feel connected in a way I hadn’t before, and gives me confidence that putting my heart out there is the right thing to do. I think that’s one of the things music and art do for people. Plus, it helped me deal with the feeling of having let huge crowds of people down. It comes right back into mind today whenever someone expresses disappointment that I haven’t continued in the propagation of their faith. Slowly over my time in Christian bands, I seemed to shift from promoting a set of beliefs, to promoting, within the context of my faith, the well-being of the people within it and without it.

Are you still happily married to your man?

Oh yes, going on 16 years, in every way but legal of course. Not being legal hasn’t hurt our relationship itself in any way I can tell, but we’re the lucky ones. There should be nothing less than fully legal marriage for the sake of the countless couples who need it, want it, and so clearly deserve it. For me, an unjustifiable prohibition from a standard social institution – that’s an attack against human dignity. That’s how I’m affected, and that’s what I see affecting many people, even those who, like countless heterosexuals, don’t plan to marry. When someone complains, “Why do they need to call it, ‘Marriage’?”, I ask in return, doing my best not to growl the words, “Why do you need them not to?” Sometimes that’s the only response that’s deserved. When someone responds with a lengthy, heartfelt explanation of his own dignity, he is being very patient and generous, and it feels just like having to explain to a child why he shouldn’t bite his playmates.

Absurd that there are people who, if I presume that my love and the life I live are of equal value to theirs, are offended by my saying so, to the point of making certain that the government – aka “Caesar” to Christians – says I’m not. Who wouldn’t stand up and cry foul at the idea of being constitutionally defined as less valuable, and/or legitimate? I say let’s learn to esteem one another as highly as ourselves. I’m not the first to say it.

Do you ever think that you might record again as just a solo artist? I’m stoked about the DAS & the Undercover stuff that is coming, but Holes was a defining record in my life for various reasons. I would love to hear/have something along these lines again.

I can’t tell you how much it means to hear that, even after all this time, and I would love to do more things along those lines. I didn’t expect so many people to even know that the album ever existed. I have no idea how it did before it went back in the can. I have what I need to record music with a little help from my friends, and ideas are forming based on the things I’ve learned since my last band, and things I experienced doing this interview. I’m about to put some vocals on some not-so-serious things, not as follow up for anything, but “just because.” But that’s just to get my feet wet again. Regardless of what happens to Holes itself, or to Chef’s Hat Boxing’s music, of course I’m going to make music and put it out. I’ve been developing material on bass and other instruments in front of friends, non-stop for 12 plus years, so it’s about time I started doing it in front of strangers again, as we become less estranged. I’ll always put my heart in it, since I know no other way. Putting our hearts out there was the key to our best work as Altar Boys, and by “work” I don’t just mean songwriting, but all the various ways there are for connecting with people, and doing some good.

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¹Steve Ruff, of Down The Line, graciously granted permission to reprint this interview.  In the emails we exchanged, he wrote:

Ric is one of the most well spoken people that I have encountered…not just on the issue of equal rights, but on pretty much everything we ever discussed, he was so articulate and has a way of making a point that cannot be ignored in a very plain way. He is still one of my favorite artists and interviews! Writing in DTL I am constantly aware of who our readership is, and we try to not ever draw the line on an issue as a magazine. We try not to make anything a “right or wrong” stand, I hope that our “non” stance with Ric encouraged some people to look outside of what they have been taught by the church…I think the issue of equal rights is of paramount importance and the defining issue for “the church” today, just as slavery was many decades ago. It’s always nice to have a voice to raise, I just don’t want to alienate our readers by drawing down on my opinions…kind of a bummer sometimes.

26 thoughts on “Ric Alba – Homosexuality, The Church and Christian Music

  1. I really enjoyed reading this interview! Ric, please do not take this the wrong way, but I always thought you might be gay. I remember mentioning it to my friends waaaay back in the 80s. So I really wasn’t surprised when I picked up my iPad to look at Ojos blog and saw this article. I have been a life long fan of ALTAR BOYS and UNDERCOVER (I really enjoyed the lifesavors too) that my love for you and your music will never change. I want to say I am sorry you went through those experiences…but you seem to be a better person because of them. Rick F.

    • There were always people in my life who did their best to give me every opportunity to be clear about it. But I guess a guy has to be clear to himself first, so they patiently waited.

  2. “… a gay kid heroically choosing a heterosexual lifestyle like it was going to be some kind jewel in my crown, I was the one being indescribably selfish. I ruined seven plus years of her life…”

    Very moving and very human. So much unnecessary personal and interpersonal damage. I wanted the interview to end by Ric saying he’s not a Christian anymore. He’s so close. I think I understand why he’s not letting go of his identity in Jesus, as he makes his own life and meaning in Christ as the way he understands it and not as the bible or church interprets it, which is very much why I held on to my Christian identity for so long after my belief structure collapsed… but man! Yes there is a baby in the bathwater but the baby is what you make, not Jesus, he’s an invention. He’s an idea through which you make meaning, but you don’t need that idea to find meaning, and you are needlessly connecting yourself with the idea, inadvertently becoming accomplice of the damage in the first place. Sorry, I get a little passionate about this 😉 All of that aside though, amazing story. You captured a lot of important reflections. Do you speak at churches? You should.

  3. What a brilliant, honest and thought-provoking interview. Thank you so much for sharing. I don’t have much to add, except that this does make me want to apologise for my own brief flirtation with moderately anti-gay theology, because it makes me realise how much I should have been opposing this kind of thing.

  4. I can’t express how warmed, honored, and humbled I am by all this. Well maybe I can express it, but who has room for another 80,000 words? (giggles). Let me bask in it all for a while, and then I have so much gratitude to express. We’ll get to the hard stuff too, I promise. But for now I’m just feeling the love.

  5. @ Ric: As much as I have no clue what it is like to be gay in a world like ours, your journey reminds me a bit of my struggle to remain in an evangelical ministry when everything inside me was screaming that I didn’t belong. I know some of the pain of trying to force yourself to be someone you aren’t – and it’s bad when you are a really industrious person who will keep trying at all costs. I can only guess how bad that must be for gay christians. I’m sorry you went through that. Great interview. I was a Christian at Calvary Chapel in the early 80’s and followed all the bands you mentioned until I went through my own crisis of faith. So glad you are well today!

  6. Thanks for re-printing this, Ojo. I read it when the issue came out, but it was nice to revisit. I remember thinking that it kind of explained a lot. Back in 1991, I heard vague rumors and commentary when Holes In the floor of Heaven came out. Stuff about Ric having been in some sort of mental health treatment…but this made so much more sense. And I think it put the album in even greater perspective for me… Ric’s songs were always a wonderful mix of ambitious hope and heartache.

    What is funny, is Ric mentioned writing for Mike’s voice…I often feel like Mike Stand’s solo material took on a voice similar to Ric’s. 🙂

    I can honestly say Ric has been a true blessing in my life from his days with the Alter Boys to now. Thanks, Ric! 🙂

  7. Ojo,
    Thank you for posting the Ric Alba interview on your blog. I grew up with Undercover, The Choir, Altar Boys, Adam Again, Lost Dogs, Prayer Chain, Sincerely Paul, your album “Relative” and other bands from the era, and found in those bands a spirit of acceptance and understanding that I only wish I had experienced in the church at large. It inspired me to be honest in the music that I write, to perhaps somehow let others who are going through the same thing to know that they are not alone, and that they are still loved by the God that created them. Myself, being gay and Christian (and unapologetic on both) and feeling called to use the music He’s give me to reach others, it means alot to see that someone that even when I felt I was alone, I was not.

  8. It’s strange. I read this interview when it was first published in DTL, but for whatever reason it didn’t fully register until now.

    I am unashamedly CCC (Christian, conservative & Catholic), yet Ric’s story resonates with honesty and love in my heart. I regret we never made the connection for me to include him in my book. Perhaps an expanded issue in the near future might be in order? Something for me to definitely pray about.

    I add that when I saw Undercover last year at the concert in SoCal with Crumbacher, Derri & Steve, and Mike, when Undercover played “Devotion” I felt the Spirit moving in me as powerfully as any time in the 37 years I’ve been a believer. And I’m not a big experience guy; I can recall only three other times when I’ve been so overwhelmed by His presence. I believe that God will indeed have mercy on who He will have mercy, compassion on who He will have compassion, and work through who He will work through. Regardless of whether we give Him permission.

    God bless you, Ric.

  9. Greetings Ric,

    GLM will always be, for me, the single best Christian album ever made. I have very little of my Christain music collection left, after 25 years, but I still listen to, and love GLM. I felt moved to tears after reading this post, thank you Ojo for posting it, this was a beautifully, articulate message of faith, love and hope. Christians have let fear harden their hearts toward gays, other religions, science, just about any viewpoint that is not their own, because they feel that if they give in on these things that their faith will be invalid. They have forgotten that we follow a God who is loving, forgiving, and compassionate, to quote an Altar boys song, “Where’s the compassion in people’s lives today. We want to bring them in but we push them all away”. Thank you for your story Ric, I love you all the more for it, my hope is that Christians will learn to open their hearts before me make ouselves irrelevant. May God continue to bless your life.

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  11. A far cry from the west coast, I live way over in Tennessee, not far from Knoxville. I was a HUGE fan of Lifesavors, undercover, and Altar Boys. I saw several shows, and yes… I even had a copy of “Holes”…. Ric, I never knew your story and was so far removed from any possibly way of knowing it. I am humbled to hear it now and for whatever reason I think “Holes” has grown in it’s relevance and importance to me (if that’s even possible)! I miss that little circle of great christian bands in the ’80’s (The Choir, LSU, DA, Mad at the World, Adam Again, and all the aforementioned)… but you all played a very important part in my life, and helped me with my own struggles, especially in regard to those gifts of the spirit! Thank you Ric, for all your honesty here, and for all the times your music touched my life – my heart – my soul! God Speed!!!!

  12. Ric – Thanks for being so open and eloquent in this interview. You sound like a far cry from the person I hear on “Holes” (yup, I still have my copy!), which to my ear is one of the most emotionally honest records ever. So happy to learn that you’ve emerged from all you’ve experienced so much grace and dignity but (seemingly) without bitterness. While I no longer believe, there is much at the core of Christianity worth emulating, and it’s clear to me at least that you’ve retained that core. Best wishes to you and yours now and in the future.

  13. Love you and your music ric. Please pick up on one theme that keeps inching up in the comments above … As these folks further their embrace w being gay, they tend to leave
    Christ behind ….. A dangerous correlation, not coming from biased thought, but just from reading the comments above…. From your interview, you’ve been thru a lot….praying for u….

  14. Hey Ric,
    Back in the 80s, I was a big fan of the Altar Boys, saw them at CS 87 and in a fairly small concert in Connecticut. I also had tapes and CDs from Undercover, The Choir, Lifesavors, Adam Again etc…lots of history there. That said, I read the entire interview and for what it’s worth, I am perplexed by the thought processes of those who, like yourself, try to adapt yourself to being a Christian with strong homosexual feelings, then when that fails you, you instead decide to adapt the Christianity to your homosexuality! I will not waste time posting scripture quotes that condemn homosexuality because one, I am confident that you are already only too familiar with them and two, they are far too numerous to display them all. Suffice it to say that the point I would make is that it seems to me that you are only fooling yourself. Homosexuality is not a special sin…it is just a sin. And as it is with all sin, we are told to repent…without exception! You tried making the point that heterosexuals have an outlet for their desires called marriage…true. But what you need to ask is “why?”. And easy or hard, the answer is simple, because God says so! Paul drives this point home in Romans 9:19-20
    “One of you will say to me: “Then why does God still blame us? For who is able to resist his will?” But who are you, a human being, to talk back to God? “Shall what is formed say to the one who formed it, ‘Why did you make me like this?’”
    God is sovereign! He commands us to trust and obey HIM, and not our own understanding or interpretation. He has not given us the right to be His judge! Try and answer the following question FOR YOURSELF with 100% honesty…What about the man who loves only young boys, and wants to express his faith in Christ through his sexual relations with young boys? Is God being fair to him? Does he too have the right to shake his fist at God and say, “heterosexuals have an outlet for their desires, but I have none in your church!”?
    You wrote,
    “No God in any Heaven I could imagine would subject any of his children to the bullet-dance people were making his gay kids do to reconcile themselves for everyone’s approval.”
    But don’t you see the fundamental flaw with that way of thinking?! You have stopped worshipping the eternal God of the Bible so that you could instead create one to meet YOUR desires!!
    “No God in any Heaven I could imagine…”
    You’ve done as the Israelites did when they grew tired of waiting for Moses to come down from the mountain of God to deliver God’s commandments to them…so they decided to make a god of their own the way that THEY wanted their god to be, and they briefly worshipped their false God, until God punished them for their sin! You only want to yield to a God who fits within YOUR imagined idea of him! 2 Corinthians 10:5 tells us that our imagination must line up with God’s, and NOT the other way around…
    “Casting down imaginations, and every high thing that exalteth itself against the knowledge of God, and bringing into captivity every thought to the obedience of Christ; ”
    Furthermore you wrote,
    “My belief system re-grew with the conviction that God is a lover of truth, and therefore doesn’t require us to point at that which we can’t possibly be certain about, and call it a certainty at the expense of a person’s well-being.”
    Again, you are trying to create God in YOUR image of him, even calling it your belief system! But OVERWHELMINGLY throughout scripture we are commanded to yield to God, regardless, and even in spite of our lack of understanding or how we feel. Your ideas even contradict themselves, because if as you say, “God is a lover of truth”, then ask yourself how it would then make any sense for this lover of truth then not give us any way of knowing what truth is?! That makes no sense! He has absolutely revealed to us His very certain truth within the books of The Bible! If they were not true, ask yourself why Jesus quoted from them and never instructed His disciples to ignore the scriptures! In truth, what actually IS at the expense of a person’s well being is for any one of us to declare that we should not trust God’s Word, for as we learn in Genesis, this was actually the very first recorded lie in the Bible, when Satan told Eve to not trust God’s own words!! Is this not plain to you Ric?
    2 Timothy 4:2-5 says,
    “Preach the word; be prepared in season and out of season; correct, rebuke and encourage—with great patience and careful instruction. For the time will come when people will not put up with sound doctrine. Instead, to suit their own desires, they will gather around them a great number of teachers to say what their itching ears want to hear. They will turn their ears away from the truth and turn aside to myths. But you, keep your head in all situations, endure hardship, do the work of an evangelist, discharge all the duties of your ministry.”
    You have fallen victim to the very thing which Paul had warned Timothy about, changing the truths of scripture to match up with your own desires! Paul even makes it plain to Timothy that it will be difficult to stick with the truth due to temptations, that is why he tells him to “endure hardship”. Anyone who says being a Christian is easy either has not read the Bible or they are a liar! Another prime example is found in John 6 at around verse 43…this is where we discover Jesus telling His disciples that they must eat his flesh and drink His blood. Like the Bible’s teaching that homosexuality is an unacceptable sin is just too difficult for many who consider themselves to be homosexual, and so they reject Biblical Christianity, so too was this teaching on eating Christ’s flesh and drinking His blood just too much for many of His disciples, and verse 66 tells us that,
    “From this time many of his disciples turned back and no longer followed him.”
    Then picking it up in verse 67 we read,
    “You do not want to leave too, do you?” Jesus asked the Twelve. Simon Peter answered him, “Lord, to whom shall we go? You have the words of eternal life. We have come to believe and to know that you are the Holy One of God.”
    This is one of my favorite scriptures in the Bible, because it becomes clear to the reader that although those disciples who could not understand this teaching left Jesus, the twelve did not understand it either! And Peter so perfectly expresses this sentiment to Jesus by saying,
    “Lord, to whom shall we go? You have the words of eternal life. We have come to believe and to know that you are the Holy One of God”
    …or put another way, “Lord, we don’t understand what you said about eating your body and drinking your blood either…but we do not trust in our understanding, we trust IN YOU!”.
    Remember that in John 14:6 Jesus said,
    “I am the way and the truth and the life. No one comes to the Father except through me.”
    He did not say that He knew, or spoke the truth…He said that HE IS the truth!! That is an important distinction for all truth seekers.
    Trusting fully in Jesus (and by extension, all He has spoken) is what being a TRUE follower of Christ is all about! It was this same way in the very beginning…in the garden…in Genesis 2:17 it says,
    “but you must not eat from the tree of the knowledge of good and evil, for when you eat from it you will certainly die.”
    Have you ever asked yourself, just what is this tree all about? In the simplest of terms, this was a tree reserved for God alone…”the knowledge of good and evil”…or said another way…exercising the authority to decide what is good and what is evil! And doing this is STRICTLY for God alone to determine, for there can NEVER be two Gods in Heaven.
    Matthew 6:24 says,
    “No one can serve two masters. Either you will hate the one and love the other, or you will be devoted to the one and despise the other…”
    By eating from the tree, mankind (Adam and Eve) were expressing their lack of trust in God and rejecting His sovereignty, thus creating for themselves a false idol…namely, themselves! As God had promised, death was the result. But God who is rich in mercy made a way to forgive their/our sins, allow them/us to be able to escape death and be brought before that tree once again so that we can be given the option which the sin of Adam and Eve took from us…the option to choose Jesus as Lord rather than ourselves as lord! But we are called to true repentance (as explained in James), so to illustrate this point… if you were to steal $100 from me and I forgave you, that is NOT the same as me saying, “go ahead and steal from me anytime you like, because I forgive you”. No, I forgive you, but in order for us to be brothers, I must be able to trust that through repentance you will have a renewed heart which abhors the very idea of ever stealing from me. It is love, true love which will change you from a thief to my brother! Anything less is just religion…a dog and pony show.
    Whenever we try to replace God’s truths with our own ideas of what truth is or should be, we are no longer Biblical Christians. For instance, at one point in the interview, starting with your saying, “If a person can’t find Jesus in any other place but the Bible…” You go on to more or less question the trustworthiness of the Bible, or our need for the Bible in being Christians. To this I say, you and I have been around for much less than a century, but the Bible has been around for thousands of years! You make it sound as if our generation was the first to discover Biblical Christianity and homosexuality, but that is nonsense! Both have existed for millennia. It is imperative that you realize that we are inheritors of a tremendous gift from God! His Word has stood the test of time, and even Jesus Himself affirmed the Bible as God’s unerring Word. Tell me, where else would you suppose to learn about the true Jesus and His words of truth? Can you point me to a more reliable source? Or are you instead once again seeking to change God into a god better suited to your own ideals? I know that a conflict still rages deep inside your soul over this, and as long as their is still breath in you, it is not too late to enter into His eternal will! Again, for what it’s worth, let me give you a bit of advice…you, or someone you know may argue with me or with someone else about these issues, and perhaps through better skills at arguing, out-argue me or somebody else…and if that be the case I ask you, so what?? Will that be how you decide? The slicker speaker speaks the truth?Who or what am I that if you should win an argument against me, that it will somehow mean something or give you some sort of absolution? I am nobody! I am merely another messenger…a slave of Christ. So do not bother trying to outwit me and beat my arguments because it is meaningless. My purpose in writing this to you is not to outwit or outargue you, but rather only to be a messenger…so instead, take your arguments to Him in prayer. He has not forgotten you, but He wants to lead you back to Himself. Go to Him Ric!

    • Very well stated, Mike. Very well stated. Far too many “christians” (note small ‘c’ ) have merely created an idol conveniently named “Jesus” and sought to bow their knee to that idol. Some merely adapt their sin to their idol (re: Rick Alba), others, when they find that their idol has failed them, instead reject all religion (re: Ojo Taylor) and claim that they’ve “tried Christianity & found it wanting” when in point of fact they have merely seen their idolatry fail them.

      Thanks for your comment — It was one of the few that I found actually worth reading.

    • I agree with you and Juliemillerfan. I have prayed for Ric after reading this, and left it with God. But if your god is not the God of the Bible, he’s an idol you have made in your own image. I remember not liking the whole concept of not fornicating when I learned about it as a teen. I really REALLY wanted to fornicate! Fornicating is FUN! Who does it hurt? Why can’t I love God and love to fornicate? Because GOD said to NOT do it, and I have to trust in HIM and HIS WORD, not my feelings. I imagine it’s the same for homosexuality, smoking, drinking, drugs, or any other sin of the flesh. It’s FUN, but it’s NOT beneficial, and there are DIRE consequences.

      • To quote Steve Taylor

        Gonna get the Good Lord to forgive a little sin
        Get the slate cleaned so he can dirty it again
        And no one else will ever know

        But he reaps his harvest as his heart grows hard
        No man’s gonna make a mockery of God

        I’m only human, got no other reason
        Sin for a season, sin for a season

        Yea… maybe it’s fun. Yea, maybe it’s pleasant… yea… but we do reap what we sow, do we not.

        Sin comes naturally. No one had to TEACH me to lie. I actually had to fight to force myself to tell the truth. So why would God judge me for something that comes naturally? Why is lying wrong when I do it so well, and well, naturally?

        Because the standard of morality isn’t IN me, it’s outside me. It’s something I need to measure myself AGAINST, rather than to attempt to make myself the measuring rod. Because the standard of morality is the Holiness of God, himself. We may not like that, but it is so. And thus sin seems pleasant… sure it does… but it never comes without consequences… and ultimately… it doesn’t come without God’s ultimate judgment.

        Oh, by the way, Steve Taylor was quoting Scripture on that one. Hebrews 11:25 and Galatians 6:7-8.

        Oh, and by the way, that whole bit about lying come naturally — it’s in my blog against the Homosexuality argument of it coming “naturally” to them. The blog is entitled “I’m a Natural Born Liar”. Here’s the link.

        http://juliemillerfan.xanga.com/2010/04/26/im-a-natural-born-liar/

        you see, I clearly understand what you’re talking about — Sin can be fun…. but that never makes it “right”.

    • Everyone contradicts themselves daily. I pray God opens your eyes to not judge and outwit, Rics statements. You said your not trying to out argue/out wit, yet you have sinned by your own contradiction. I pray God has mercy on you.

  15. Mike, that was a lengthy one-way conversation you just had with me in my absence, that I didn’t even know we were having. Come to my FB page and let’s try all that again, but as an actual conversation where you ask me something, I then respond, and then you follow up based on my response. But it has to be one single point at a time. If you say one thing at a time, I’ll respond to that one thing, and then you respond with another thing, and so on. I realize that isn’t what you wanted to do. I realize it’s far easier to have said everything you can think of to say and then hit the road unchallenged.

  16. This news really makes me sad. I was cataloging my CDs on Microsoft Excel, trying to find if Ric Alba had more than one CD, and this article came-up. I only read a bit, but I hope and pray that Ric will receive his healing and freedom from the bondage of homosexuality. For whom the Son has set free, is free indeed. Holes in the Floor of Heaven was a very deep album, and I remember listening to it on rainy days on my way to school, and struggled to make it another day. I still struggle every day, as all Christians do, but it’s a fight(struggle) worth fighting. We either fight our sinful natures, are we give up, but until we die we must fight. Never surrender, never give up on being what God’s word says we can be.

  17. Ric and Ojo … Every once in a while I come back here to see what else is said … The depth you both show continues to impress me as much now as when I was buying your records 30 years ago … Love you guys … I know you’ll disagree or maybe even dislike this comment, but want you to know… Praying this morning for you both, first for peace and healing, then for your return to the life the Creator wants for you …. There is just so much there that God wants to give you ……

  18. Sin is a state of being. All the “sin” mentioned here are just the actions and behaviors of that state. Those who try to please God in the flesh are unable to do so. Who shall save me from this body of death? Jesus Christ. – Romans 7 & 8. I was taken aback by the skepticism of the things of the Spirit. For the Kingdom of God is righteousness Joy and Peace in the Holy Spirit. Holy Spirit moves not as we do in the flesh, in Sin. If we move with Him by faith, it is righteousness. Romans 14:23 – “Whatever is not done in faith, is sin.” Faithless walks leave to obvious actions of a human living outside of God.

    Jesus living in you means the Law of God gets fulfilled in you. His sacrifice bares fruit not more actions and behaviors that are a state of sin. To have a holy life requires interaction and being filled with the Holy Spirit. Standing in faith until he transforms desire (not taking it away, but making it Holy and pleasing to Him) is worship.

    I don’t think believers who are gay are damned. I just think it is hard to stand sometimes and all I can do on a blog is encourage people to do so until He comes by the power of His Spirit and delivers you and transforms your Spirit man into His likeness, which then changes your actions in Soul and Body from a being in a state of Sin to a Kingdom person.

    It says in Proverbs, “Fear of the Lord is the beginning of wisdom” In a letter to John it says, “God is Love.” Then it later says, “Perfect Love casts out fear because fear has to do with punishment.”

    So, the Fear of Love being missed is the beginning of wisdom. No matter where you are in your life in Christ, begin with that point and stand in faith. Your Redeemer will come and behold, will make all things new. He has a whole book of things for you to do with Him that go with daily sanctification. He rewards those who seek Him whether it be in one are of human life or all.

    Ric’s story had a thread of judgement coming from himself and in some cases, the church, for where he was in life. That judgement was based on the cut and dry law taught by some which never could be fulfilled without Christ in you. Accepting actions that God doesn’t accept and being open about them is not relationship. It’s conceding an area of your life Spirit to Spirit with God. You are not loved less, you are not forgiven less, you are not excluded from Him who formed you.

    You just miss out and that choice is yours alone.

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