I have been well supplied with years. There was undoubtedly a period soon after my reaching adulthood when I battled against my homosexuality. But that has long gone. Then there was a long period when I battled against the teachings of those who `professed and
When I first saw these words on the written page I had to look within and ask myself, are you standing firm? If I had to be honest about everything in my life I would say no I am not standing firm. If one were
What is all the talk about an Almighty God Who is all-knowing, present everywhere, all-powerful and Who indicates, through His word, the written form known as the Bible and the living form many know as Jesus Christ, that He loves us inclusively and unconditionally and
Where has God been hiding? Since the age of 4 I have known that I was female, trapped in a body that did not reflect the truth of my existence. To avoid hidings and abuse I learned to hide the truth in my fear. So
I could choose to live in fear and not live true to myself. That was very tempting when I first realized that I was gay. I came out to myself less then a month before I left for college a little over 2 years ago.
Everyone in my family has their own story of personal suffering. How they may have been beat out of a good job by someone less skilled, or wronged by that snip of a policeman who ticketed them for speeding. When I was a child, I
My conversion to Christianity came less than a month before my first mature sexual experience, and those two events have been tangled together in my understanding ever since. My conversion came out of the blue — I did not see it coming, and to this
Read the rest of the series … I talk about my life anyway because if, on the one hand, hardly anything could be less important, on the other hand, hardly anything could be more important. My story is important not because it is mine, God
“You can’t be a Lesbian and be a Christian!” These words kept me away from the throne of God for 22 years. I was raised a Catholic as a child, but it never meant very much to me. I saw it as an archaic list
The fourth Sunday in Advent, 1998. Having been accepted into membership of my church just a month before, I was looking forward to Christmas with my new congregation. The sanctuary was all decked out with wreaths, a crèche and a tree. The pews were full.