I ponder the message in this, considered by Jesus to be God’s Greatest Commands: Love God with all your heart, soul, mind, and love your neighbor as yourself,” I suggest the Christian version of “Do unto others as you would have them do unto you,”
GOD IS LOVE. Oh, wait, only if you’re not on the list, that precious list of THOSE WHO CANNOT BE GOD’S CHILDREN. After all, an omnipotent, omniscient, omnipresent, all-loving God can’t be expected to love everyone, you know. He created everyone (Psalm 139?), but that
My favorite joke is about the guy who gets to heaven and St. Peter is showing him around. The two of them began walking down a long hallway, and they came to a door. Peter opened the door and they heard all of these people
I am a straight woman who has been on a long journey. I have been a Christian since the age of five. I married at the age of 27 and very shortly realized I had made a mistake. I was in a very abusive relationship
Since that especially brilliant issue on “Homospirituality: A Queer Kind of Faith,” it seems that spiritual concept is always on my mind, in the deepest places of my spirit, even in my body–God’s Temple. (Sound scary?) I see the hallmarks of homospirituality as being the
Independence Day 1993 found us on the eve of President Clinton’s “honorable compromise” to his original promise to lift the ban of same gender oriented personnel in the American armed forces. With the pledge of allegiance that I’d said so many times as a child
It was a hard thing to lose God. I don’t remember what day it was, or what the weather was like, but I remember feeling lonely. I had to make a choice, God or the life I felt led to experience. It was a lonely
A few days ago, one Diane Parker wrote to the Journal American with her own argument that homosexuality is not genetic. She believes that the “reformed homosexuals” now visible in certain videos, programs and organizations is compelling proof that homosexuals can really change. I am
Taking the first step “I am a lesbian.” I was 16 years old, staring into the mirror when I first uttered those words out loud. They were hard to say, even harder to hear. I knew by saying it I had to make a choice.