It was about 30 years ago, that I attended a large Baptist church in Washington, DC. The church was an odd mix, or at least it would be odd today. Evangelicals and liberals were somehow able to worship together, alongside a healthy dose of members from Latin America and Asia.
The church decided at some point to hire a pastor to join the good-sized multi-pastor staff. The person chosen was a woman with great pastoral care skills. At the time, there was a bit of controversy because she was pro-gay and some of the evangelicals in the church weren’t crazy about that.
We had a special meeting of the church where a member of the congregation stood up. She was one of the evangelical members of the congregation and she had what could be considered a “traditional” understanding of homosexuality, but she spoke in favor of calling the pastor. You see, the pastor had been involved with the congregation for a few years and the two had gotten to know each other. “We don’t agree,” I recall this woman saying when talking about the issue they didn’t see eye-to-eye on. But this woman was a good friend and she saw her as the right person for the job.