Soulforce News release LAGUNA BEACH, Calif. — People from all over the United States joined together in New Orleans June 11 – 13, at the Southern Baptist Convention to protest the anti-gay teachings of Southern Baptists and spread a message of hope that hearts and
Strange fruit The word ‘fruit’ has, in the context of this article, three meanings. Billie Holiday’s haunting 1939 rendition of the song “Strange Fruit” gave voice to a nation’s anguish over the lynching of African-Americans. [1] Southern trees bear a strange fruit, Blood on the
A great warrior whose brave men and women perished in battle, still stands tall before her enemies. Unslain and proud, she dances the war dance high up on a ridge, where the enemies stare from below. They are boiling with anger, for now, she taunts!
Faith can’t shatter homosexual love “I won’t even begin to explain why I’m in love with Mary let alone engaged to her.” The words were barely comprehensible and came amid tears. The tears flowed heavily down my cheeks. The whole “coming out” process just took
Born in the city of Bath as Kenneth Anthony Goodenough (in Somerset England) on the 5th of January 1949, I was raised in a Christian/Salvation Army family. In fact, I believe that my deep-down Christian faith stems from the moment that my mother arranged to
When was the first time you realized you were a “they”? It hit me at the age of 14 during a Church of Christ worship service. I was at an age when I was just beginning to accept my sexuality. My earnest prayers to change
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
I have to say, that in the past few years that I have been a contributor to Whosoever that it has been nothing but a positive experience for me. Candace, the editor, is truly an angel to all of us in many ways, and this
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
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