Take the cilantro, leave the zamboni

A friend just wrote a post about holy pairs, and about the plan to exhume Cardinal John Newman, and about what people do or do not hypothesize about the nature of various holy pairs in history.

I just needed to share this anecdote that came to mind when I read that, and this is mostly lifted from the comment I wrote for her:

As my confirmation sponsor once told me about some holy pair, and I actually forget which holy pair which is too bad, "Of _course_ they loved each other. But they didn't FUCK...."

I get this weird hunch that it was Gregory of Nyssa and Macrina the Younger he was talking about, but who knows? I don't think _I_ would have brought up that pair, since I don't know much about them, and for heaven's sake they were siblings.

This was when I was not quite coming out to him by mentioning I had been reading up on the DignityUSA LGBT organization, when we were visiting with each other while I was home from college, and he was telling me that DignityUSA was supported by people who make pornography [I think he said by Playboy? It was 10 years ago, I dunno], and recommending the Courage International ministry instead.

...I actually came out of that interaction in a good mood. I haven't gotten in touch with him since then, though. *shrug* He said exactly what his observance of his faith would guide him to say, and he did a damn good job of it. Do I regret not following his advice? Nope. Would I fill him in on much about my life right now, were I to get in touch with him? Probably not. I don't want to have that discussion again. I really wish I could remember which holy pair we'd been talking about, though. Oh well.