Why can't people understand the things they're supposed to do? More importantly, why can't Christians get it?
My friend asks: Do you think you would have struggled with gender identity, sexual identity, and same-sex attraction if your family life had been different?
My church has accepted me for who I am and who God is making me into. And they are willing to walk with me down this road, whatever it looks like.
After going through all the crap my church threw at me, however, my love of the Lord lessened and my love of sex grew again. I crashed and burned.
I was best friends with a straight guy. We could live together and share hugs and other brotherly affection without worrying about falling into sexual sin.
I was glad I had not abandoned my friend when he strayed, and I was determined to keep being the right kind of friend for him.
I lost my sexual sobriety because I went in search of shortcuts to intimacy with other men. I knew it wouldn't satisfy. Just like all the other times.
I did my best not to break down, but I could feel the tears falling down my face. I sucked it up, took a deep breath, and walked out of the church.
I did not have heroes growing up. Many little boys look up to their father or older brothers. I didn't have a clear definition of what a hero should be.
Remembering the way his parents had taught him to follow Jesus Christ, he had a prodigal son moment and spent over an hour crying to God for forgiveness.