Choosing topics for Whosoever is a difficult task. It’s probably the hardest thing about this magazine for me. I’m not a fount of good topic ideas, so finding a topic for each issue is always a struggle, and the last thing on my mind. Given
My spiritual crisis began about a year and a half ago, when I fell in love. That in itself is not a crisis, but the person with whom I fell in love, more specifically the gender of the person was the cause of the crisis.
It seems to me that on our spiritual pilgrimage in this world we will always be going through some kind of spiritual crisis, whether dramatic or in a simple everyday occurrence. Each step of the way questions the depth of our heart and asks the
Although my major crisis of faith concerned coming to terms with my sexual orientation and my faith in God, the crisis I want to write about concerns another matter. Another crisis of faith came about when I was undergoing severe physical stress. I was born
Imagine what it’s like growing up in a Christian household and fearing that you might be Gay? There is a ninety percent chance that you have not personally experienced this type of secret inner trauma. Imagine attending grade school only to hear the teacher question
I have a lot of respect for a friend of mine. He is a gay man, warm, charming and loving. For the last two decades, he has also been an active member in our church. Ours is a church with more heterosexual people than not.
It grieves me to be the declared enemy, solely on the basis of my sexual orientation, of other members of the Christian communion. Not the personal enemy, of course, since they don’t know me; those whose opinions are the harshest tend to be personally unacquainted
Transition, or transformation as a friend recently called it, is a funny thing. The very nature of the words imply change. To transition, to transform. . . to change from one state to another. For the Transgender/Transsexual, this implies changing from male to female, or
I am a Queer Christian. I state this proudly. It is an expression I love to use. It shocks people, gay and straight, believers and non-believers alike. It challenges them. For many, this is an oxymoron. How can I consider myself Christian, they ask, and
As far back as I can remember there was this different feeling inside me that attracted me to the same sex, I can remember being 5 or 6 and thinking why can’t I be a woman? Then I could get married to a man. The