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
Pride goes before destruction, and a haughty spirit before a fall. (Proverbs 16:18 NRSV) On an unseasonably warm (even for Texas) January morning, I was waiting for a bus and saw a man, I would guess in his late 30s, walk by wearing a tank
Coming out has many connotations for me, and everyday I add some. When we become aware of our individuality, say around puberty, we often wonder who we are in relation to the next person. The answer for some comes easier than for others. The degree
Living in the closet is sort of like staying in the womb! It’s safe! At least we can fool ourselves into believing it is safe. But safe isn’t always comfortable. It’s a struggle between who we are and who we want to be. With how
Part One: The Outer Pilgrim When I arrived home from Spain the other day, it occurred to me that perhaps you would like to read about some of my recent experiences as a peregrino (pilgrim) walking for 14 days on the Camino de Santiago. Let
I was on my way to Kuala Lumpur when I started thinking about the past year and what came to pass in my own life and in my church’s, Gay Christian Community in Cape Town, South Africa. I suppose my melancholic mood was brought on