Blaine
I have watched the waves break against the side of the ship, sending up rainbows of colors. I have watched porpoises playing in the sea. I have seen young couples stroll hand and hand under the light of the full moon as the ship glides
I have watched the waves break against the side of the ship, sending up rainbows of colors. I have watched porpoises playing in the sea. I have seen young couples stroll hand and hand under the light of the full moon as the ship glides
I came out as a lesbian in September of 1992. The next month, I came out as a Christian at my local MCC. I never fit in. My whole life, I thought that there was something wrong with me. I always felt detached, as though
I grew up in a Southern Baptist home and church in South Carolina, a small town with cotton mills and a Presbyterian college. My parents taught me by example the family values of love, respect for all people, kindness, generosity, truth telling, fairness, self respect,
A few weeks ago, as I prepared my sermon for Palm Sunday, it occurred to me that the Triumphal Entry of Jesus into Jerusalem was, in a sense a “coming out” for Jesus. Having previously downplayed and hushed his identity as the promised Messiah (though
I don’t know how to start. Back then I didn’t know how to make it end. I truly wanted it all to end; the pain, the confusion, the loneliness was all unbearable and yet I kept bearing it till I felt like there was no
I AM affirming myself JUST AS I AM I AM awakening to the Vital Energy in the very process of living and creating I AM directing Creative Energy out into the world I AM constructively confronting life’s inequities I AM overcoming obstacles, real and imaginary,
Our history always begins with the barren, with Sarah (Gen. 11:30), with Rebekah (Gen. 25:21), with Rachel (29:31), and with Elizabeth (Luke 1:7). Among those, always as good as dead (Heb. 11:12), the wondrous gift is given. The inability to bear is a curious thing
Until just a few years ago I didn’t know there could be such a thing as a gay Christian. I am now a reformed heterosexist, formerly guilty of homophobic, wrong-headed thinking. I didn’t know about GLBT Christians until I came across magazines such as “Whosoever.”
Coming out is admitting to yourself and to at least one other person that you are homosexual. You Cannot Come Out To God. God made you like you are and already knows all about you, loves you and accepts you. God loves you and wants
Some Christians really irritate me. You know the kind, those who can work “Jeeezuss” into every conversation. Those who can find a way to give God the credit for everything from a free parking space to a beautiful day. Don’t get me wrong, I always