I have wrestled with spiritual and religious issues all my life and often wondered exactly what it meant to be a Christian. Many people had lists of things that one had to do or believe. I struggled with the varying requirements of those lists until
1 Corinthians 6:9b is part of a vice list which contains two words that have often been taken as a condemnation of homosexual behavior and used to justify all manner of discrimination and mistreatment toward gay, lesbian, bisexual and transgender people in our own time.
Gentle Spirit Christian Church, Atlanta, Ga. Readings: Proverbs 25:21-22; Romans 12:14-18; Matthew 5:11-12, 38-48 Bless those who persecute you; bless and do not curse them. (Romans 12:14) Blessed are you when people revile you and persecute you and utter all kinds of evil against you
Living as a Whosoever Cover Stories Whosoever Living By Candace Chellew As gay, lesbian, bisexual and transgender Christians we are lied to all the time. We are told we’re filthy sinners who will never enter the kingdom of heaven. We begin to believe these lies
“What I must do is all that concerns me, not what the people think. … It is the harder because you will always find those who think they know what is your duty better than you know it. It is easy in the world 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
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 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
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
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