On Sept. 18, 2001, on the third anniversary of my mother’s death, a week after terrorists had taken some of my friends from this earth, I remembered that a few months before, I had done a day’s work at a Fortune 500 company on the
This issue on gratitude is very special to me because I’m able to bring forth one of my favorite Scriptures that is loaded with love, grace, and mercy that God has shown to us. God is serious about bringing reconciliation to us. He had planned
I was “raised in the church” and as a child reveled in the type of religious community where everyone knew your name, adults looked out for you, and everyone praised your academic and social progress. My schoolteachers, my barber, my mentors and friends of my
In October 1996, I was attending Berea College, a small, private college in central Kentucky. I was also dating a girl I had met on campus. Her name was Jessie and she is still one of my best friends (even today). I was a different
A few minutes past eleven on Thursday night, October 24, 2002, I received a phone call. It was my closest sister interrupting my late night phone conversation with a close friend. She felt that what she had to convey was urgent enough that I should
“You, yesterday’s boy, to whom confusion came: Listen, lest you forget who you are. It was not pleasure you fell into. It was joy. You were called to be bridegroom, though the bride coming toward you is your shame. What chose you is the great
Under the list of topics I found the following: “People who are dealing with a struggle of being gay and being married. Divorce feels completely wrong but continuing to pretend that everything is ok is not right either.” I was married for 28 years and
As the activists in our community continue to create distance between themselves and plain people who don’t have the capacity to understand out of fear, the cause of becoming one as community becomes more elusive. This plays into the hands of those who would elect
“The difference between persons and groups of persons is not that some are victims and some are not: we are all victims and all dying from lack of compassion; we are all surrendering our humanity together.” (Matthew Fox, A Spirituality Named Compassion: Uniting Mystical Awareness
“God Hates Fags!” “Matthew Shephard is Burning in Hell!” “No Tears for Queers!” Those were just some of the signs being held aloft by the protesters at this year’s Gay Pride Parade in Atlanta. The protesters had come all the way to Atlanta from their