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I was raised in Massachusetts. I went to church at a local Advent Christian Church. When I was fifteen years old I committed my life to Jesus Christ and was baptized. However, I also had sexual attraction for men. When I first told my Pastor, he told me that being gay was wrong. He told me that men were not created to be in a sexual relationship, only a man and a woman were created for that. So, I believed him for the longest time.Full Story
“From that point on, after a short period of intense reflection and prayer I received a consolation from the Lord that I was the work of his hands, and that nothing he had created was damaged or tainted with shame. Like a sign that a teacher during high school had hanging in his classroom proclaimed, “GOD DON’T MAKE NO JUNK!” And ever since then, I’ve decided to officially agree to disagree with the leaders of the church on the issue of homosexuality and the legalization of same-sex marriage….”Full Story
In telling this story, I am not motivated by any sense of spiritual pride or sense of being somehow “special”. On the contrary, I am rather embarrassed to be telling it at all, it is so far removed from my earlier religious comfort zone, and so close to the demonstrative practices I used to deplore. If anyone else had told me something similar about themselves, I would have been hard pressed to believe it myself.Full Story
…My early attempts to live in accordance with official teaching on sex led me away from the church and into an entirely inappropriate and destructive marriage; ignoring official teaching has led back in, and into a deeper interaction with spirituality, theology, and church history than I would ever have dreamed possible for me.Full Story
Some people don’t know they’re gay until an incident blows open a door in mid life. Not me. I knew I was gay when I was twelve, although we didn’t use that word in those days. So did my parents, who sent me to a shrink to chase the demon away, without ever saying why I had to go and stare in silence at his Argyle socks while he questioned me about mum and dad.Full Story