My father's Father's Day text message sat on my phone the entire time, still waiting to be read. A message that could potentially ruin my Father's Day.
I've noticed a couple different aspects of when we pray together. About the unique power in the fact that I go to God with brothers at my side.
He's an attractive cashier but he's more than just an attractive cashier. This attractive cashier personifies much of my struggle for the past 20 years.
Inwardly my friend seemed to be bravely fighting something. Maybe drugs and alcohol were just his misguided way of fighting whatever his inner baggage was.
These words served as a reminder that my story is worth telling and sharing. And equally as important, truth needs to be spoken.
His confessions showed me the actual similarities between his substance abuse and my same-sex attractions.
Growing up as a pastor's kid, I hid my homosexuality because I didn't want my father or my family to know that I was a "mistake."
If I strictly fly the flag of my sexuality, I view the world solely through my attractions. I see everything in life as related to homosexuality.
I recently attended a one-day conference in Chattanooga called Sexuality in the Church. Sexuality of all shapes & sizes most certainly exists in the Church.
I know what it's like to hurt, to have nowhere to go. This is why I keep ministering to people who need to hear that Jesus loves them.