Just writing those words…
It seems crazy. Silly. Fake and unreal. It doesn’t seem to matter how many times I’ve said them in the last ten days…
To nurses, and hospital technicians. To close friends. To my parents. To members of the church and school community here. To friends on the other side of the world. To my hairdresser. To strangers. To my children.
It feels like they belong to someone else.
But they belong to me now. I have cancer. Continue reading
This post comes with a disclaimer. It’s written for the Church, for Christians, for people seeking to live in relationship with the Lord Jesus Christ. It’s written for people wrestling with same-sex attraction and seeking God’s will and plan in their lives. It’s not a conversation about the secular, legal and political issues surrounding public acceptance of homosexuality, or the legalization of same-sex marriage. It’s simply my story, and my faith is the foundation of that story. It’s also not a theological essay. I’ll state my conclusions, but save for another post how I arrived at those conclusions. Right now, this is just a reflection on the application of those conclusions in my life.
This post also comes with a TMI warning. It’s intimate. It’s personal. It leaves me vulnerable and it’s the first time I’ve shared such intimate details of my life with anonymous strangers. At the same time, it’s something that I’ve often discussed ‘in person’ when the topic comes up. If you know me personally and would rather not hear the story of my sexuality, feel free to skip this one. If, however, you want to know my thoughts on homosexuality, and the LGBTQ questions the Church is facing, then you need to know my story. I believe that the hardest questions the Church faces are best addressed face to face, in loving, personal, dialog with people who have names and faces and stories. It’s hard to love someone who is nameless, faceless. It’s why I think God came down to earth. He took a name, a face, so that we could love Him. It’s easy to forget to love first when we are debating an ‘issue’. So I think that the best place for a discussion is with people who we can see, and hear, and love. At the same time, so many of our conversations are happening online. So many important issues are being discussed, and debated on Facebook and in YouTube comments.
I often feel like my voice is missing from the conversation. So maybe that means its time for me to speak up. Continue reading