One of my jobs is at a small Episcopal church in the Armory Park neighborhood, and I wonder what stories those old houses could tell.

This shrine is really a memory to the ability of an entire community to recognize a wrong when they see one. It wouldn’t exist if average people of faith hadn’t thought established religious practice had misjudged this man’s love.

I ask all my gay friends, pray for the faithful.

But whatever the actual facts may be, legends and myths have a way of speaking to greater truths that register in the hearts of those who hold them as true. Legends lift us from the world of the mundane and carry us to the plane of aspirations and ideals.