The Door by John Erickson

Faith is something we get from each other, and sometimes in the most magical of circumstances, faith becomes embodied by the person you love the most.

I have a Ph.D. in American Religious History but I’ve never been much of a religious person.  It’s been one of the conundrums of my life but nevertheless, I found religion and its role in influencing, for good and bad, the lived experiences of the LGBTQ community something worth exploring.

I’ve been struggling with writing this post ever since I graduated and officially became “Dr. John.” In preparing for my defense, the Chair of my Dissertation Committee requested that at the start of the defense, he wanted me to introduce my project, its overall scope, and most importantly why I wrote it.

Why did I write it?  How does one answer why they chose to devote 8 years of their life to a single subject in search of an original idea?  While some would sit and grapple with this question, I knew what the answer was all along because it always was (and always will be) about my maternal grandmother, Gladys Hritsko.

I wanted to know what made me different.  Throughout my dissertation, I interviewed people who, much like myself, grew up in similar small towns, attended the same conservative church services, and heard the same damning things that I did about my sexuality being preached from the pulpit. Many of my subjects were deeply hurt by religion and it set some of them up for years of searching and painful memories and experiences that both forced them to leave their religious and faith-based communities they grew up in or, in the worst case, being kicked out by their family as a result of their religion.

I carry all of these stories proudly and I cannot thank the individuals interviewed in my dissertation enough for being raw and emotional with me and opening up their hearts and souls to me.  However, while I felt for every story that was told to me, there was still something missing: I couldn’t relate to this pain and I knew that this inability of mine was the answer to the question my Dissertation Chair wanted me to answer.

As a child, I used to run away from Sunday school.  For several weeks I would run away the moment my mom would drop me off at St. Patrick’s Church in Ripon, WI.  Instead of hiding out, I would run to my Gladys’s house.  It was always my safe space and I knew that no matter what I did (or how much trouble I was in) she’d protect me.

I can still see her now: sitting in her chair watching TV or talking on the phone to one of her friends.  She’d see me through the door and greet me without question.  “What’s going on son?” she’d usually say, fully knowing I was supposed to be at Sunday school.  She’d never question why I was there and instead, she always inquired about what was going on my life and regardless of whatever answer or childhood angst I’d be feeling, most of our time usually would wind up with her telling me stories or us just chatting about life.

Gladys became my religion.  She became the person that I would go to on Sunday to talk to and answer questions about life or whatever I was feeling.  Gladys and I created the community that helped protect and empower me to ignore the hate that I would hear or feel when I wouldn’t run away from Sunday school or be able to get out of going to church with my mom on Sundays.

What made me different from the people I interviewed?  Why did I write my dissertation?  The answer was Gladys.

My grandmother had quite a reputation around town.  I never really knew what religious domination she was because she usually ended up going to whatever church had the best after service brunch (she was a sucker for a good brunch, much like her grandson is now too).  Catholic, Anglican, Episcopalian, or Lutheran, Gladys knew where all the good spots were to have brunch.

In defending my dissertation, I discovered I was getting the chance to relive why I survived, why I was able to thrive and not be affected by people saying that I was going to hell or that I was a fag.  None of this bothered me because my religion and my community was a community of two, and my religion loved me, for me.

I left Wisconsin and moved to California a year before my grandmother died.  I’ll never forget my goodbye party.  My grandmother, never one at a loss for words, was quiet.  It was a hot August night, my family and friends were gathered at my mom’s house to wish me luck as I started this new chapter in my life.  While I was opening my grandmother’s present, she burst out into tears and said: “I don’t want you to go.”  I’ll never forget the sound of her voice.  I’ll never forget the tears in her eyes.  I’ll never forget that even though she didn’t want me to go, she knew I had to.

Much like when she walked out of her job and joined the Army, I too, was ready to start a new adventure that would define my life.  To this day, I believe my grandmother didn’t want me to go because she knew she had limited time left.  She died less than a year later after her health went downhill.  I prayed that she could hold on until I would come home for summer break.  She held on long enough to say goodbye.  She was my best friend and my faith and the thing that I realized at the end of my dissertation is that faith, much like the love of a family member, is everlasting.

I finished my opening statement, tears and all, and continued to be questioned by my committee and the merits of my project and my findings.  Spoiler alert: after an hour of questioning, I found out I passed, I was officially Dr. John.

Now, something happened the moment that they told me I passed that I don’t quite understand but I’ll never forget it.  The entire time I felt my grandmother in the room with me.  She was there, sitting at the other end of the table, watching and guiding me through the last few minutes of this chapter of my life.  After I passed, I felt my grandmother get up from her chair, walk past me, and stop at the door to the sunny warm outdoors of Claremont, CA.  She paused at the door, slowly shut it behind her, and was gone.

I wish I could leave you with some type of explanation of what happened but I can’t.  I wish I could tell my subjects, or any other LGBTQ person who has struggled with their sexuality and spirituality that their pain will go away or to take what they experienced and help them overcome it much like my grandmother did for me.

The only piece of advice I have to offer you is this: faith isn’t something that we get on whatever day our respective religions choose to worship or from whoever is the chosen leader of our religion.  Faith is something we get from each other, and sometimes in the most magical of circumstances, faith becomes embodied by the person you love the most.


John Erickson holds a Ph.D. in American Religious History as well as two MA’s from Claremont Graduate University. John served as a commissioner on the California Commission on the Status of Women. He is President of the Hollywood Chapter for the National Organization for Women, a Planning Commissioner for the City of West Hollywood, a board member for the ACLU of Southern California, the Legislative Action Chair for Stonewall Democratic Club, and a board member for the National Organization for Women.

Author: John M. Erickson

Mayor Pro Tempore John M. Erickson was elected to the West Hollywood City Council on November 3, 2020 with the commitment to uphold the city’s founding vision for a forward-thinking, diverse and tolerant community. Mayor Pro Tempore Erickson first planted roots in West Hollywood in 2010 when he was selected to intern for the City Council. The internship set him on a path that connected his work for social and economic justice with his passion for public service. He went on to become Council Deputy to former Mayor Abbe Land and then served as City’s Community Affairs where he advanced policies and programs to increase awareness around LGBTQ+ rights, women’s rights, the environment, and civic engagement. After leaving City Hall, Mayor Pro Tempore Erickson served as a Legislative Representative at LAX (Los Angeles International Airport) and is currently the Interim Vice President of Public Affairs, Communications, and Marketing at Planned Parenthood Los Angeles. The immediate past Vice-Chair of the City’s Planning Commission, Mayor Pro Tempore Erickson’s priorities on the City Council include: overcoming COVID through sensible health practices and economic recovery; creating more affordable housing and protecting renters’ rights; reducing traffic through alternative transportation strategies, fighting climate change and making our city more sustainable; and implementing policies that make the city truly free of prejudice and welcoming to all. Mayor Pro Tempore Erickson has earned a reputation as a fearless, tenacious and effective voice for those who need one. His advocacy work includes serving a National Board member of the National Organization for Women and President of the ACLU Southern California. In 2017, he became Governor Brown’s appointee to the California Commission on the Status of Women and Girls and served as an organizer for both the Resist March and the historic Women’s March, Los Angeles that year. He serves on the Board of the Women’s March Los Angeles Foundation Mayor Pro Tempore Erickson was part of the End Statute of Limitation on Rape (ERSOL) Campaign, which overturned California’s statute of limitations on rape and sexual assault in 2016. Mayor Pro Tempore Erickson received his Ph.D. in American Religious History from Claremont Graduate University and a Dual-Master’s Degree from Claremont Graduate University. He graduated from the University of Wisconsin Oshkosh with a B.A. in English and Women’s Studies.

21 thoughts on “The Door by John Erickson”

    1. I was lucky and I did escape. So many people did not and it is my mission to make sure we find them, make them feel loved, and help build these new bridges. It took 6 months to write this post. I would start and stop cause certain things didn’t feel write. I finally sat down and wrote it in one sitting and I knew it was perfect (and I knew Gladys was there helping me write it along the way).


  1. Congratulations! Earning a Ph.D. is hard work, and you succeeded. Hooray!

    My brother came out in about 1968 before he’d quite finished is B.A. in art. Most of the family blamed our mother, who had died in 1965. My brother never had a Gladys, but after reading your story, I wish he had. Brightest blessings to you, Dr. John. And to Gladys.

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    1. Hard work indeed but I’m so glad it’s over and the journey was wonderful!

      We all need a Gladys and we can all be a Gladys to so many! :)


  2. Congratulations Dr. Erickson! Welcome to the other side! I’ve always enjoyed your writing and this did not disappoint. Magic happens!


  3. Dr. John (! CONGRATULATIONS) – I am so happy that you are back posting for FAR. I bet that I am not alone in this sentiment – I have been consistently moved by your writing – and today you brought me to tears.

    I have had enough of these strange sorts of experiences in my life to simply accept them with grace and gratitude, although most of mine have been with some aspect of Nature. Some experiences are not meant to be explained, in my way of thinking. In fact this may be part of the reason we have them – to keep us in touch with that which is greater than ourselves. Your words: “Faith is something we get from each other, and sometimes in the most magical of circumstances, faith becomes embodied by the person you love the most.”


    1. Your comment is so thoughtful and I cannot thank you enough for the positive compliment. Yes, that last line is something I think about a lot now. In speaking with a friend about this post, we discovered that we often say: “God is Love.” However, after writing this post, we discovered a new way to say this that I think truly reflects the soul of this post: “Love is God.”

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  4. Thank you for sharing Dr John. Even though your story is deeply personal, the message is universal. You put into words many feelings I’ve had understanding childhood trauma and spirituality. Your grandmother sounds like a really good soul, just like you. Her efforts were well spent.


    1. She was the best. We usually say: “They don’t make them like that anymore.” Luckily, I’ve discovered that they still do, and many of them, I’m lucky to call my friends (like you)! :)


  5. John,,,knowing you and knowing your Grandmother…makes this a special read for me. Beautifully written…but more importantly so true for you and for others. Thank you!!
    Sue Renner Mokler, RHS Faculty, 1977 – 2011


    1. Thank you, so much! I’m so glad that you enjoyed it and I know how much you knew her and how much more that allowed you to connect with the piece :)


  6. …and the Spirit lights radiate right in the last photo for all of us to see, plain as God/dess…indeed, indeed; if we are willing, the Beauty is always there to see and experience. Congratulations, Dr. John, for listening to your spirit right from the beginning, even if you didn’t realize you were, and allowing it to lead you to your precious Grandmother, your spiritual refuge. Blessings, always…this world needs you, needs us all to Love.


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