It all began innocently enough. I am putting together a book called “Sunshine for the GLBTA Person’s Soul: Inspiring and Affirming Stories that Celebrate the Spirit of Being Gay, Lesbian, Bisexual, Transgender and Allied Persons.” The “sunshine” – our affirming stories we have to tell
The resurrection has taken on a new meaning in my life this last year. I have come out of the closet and had to face myself in a new way, and I had been so reluctant and confused about it that it literally took an
Being a “Whosoever,” in my case a lesbian, has proved to be a blessing greater than one could ever have dreamed of, or hoped for. Learning first of God’s love at age four, only once have I doubted that God loved me, “just as I
As a Christian, the realization around four years ago that I was a lesbian, brought with it a deluge of fear and confusion. At that time, I was deeply committed to and actively involved in my church. I suddenly felt like I had “fallen” to
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