Tag Archives: homospirituality

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Fighting the Lies of the Anti-Gay Right

Gay men account for the largest number of child molestation cases. Gay men have shorter life spans than heterosexual men. Lesbians are inflicted with more diseases than heterosexual women because of their unhealthy lifestyles. Gay men have more than 500 sexual partners per year. We

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Those Pesky Little Voices

You won’t find it in the DSM-IV, but the fact of the matter is, we all hear voices. Each of our lives, be they relatively short or long, have, to one degree or another, been formed by the voices we’ve heard. Such was the case

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Comfort in the Pain

Not that I have any greater insight into questions of God, but like many I have my understanding. Is it right/wrong? I have no idea but like most I plan to share it with you and hope that it will be of benefit to someone

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Exception to the Rule

I was having dinner recently with Cleo Manago in DC. It turned out to be just the shot in the arm that I needed to start writing again. Somewhere, somehow I’d grown tired and lost my passion. Life had become so stressful and so difficult

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Finding God in the Deepest Distress

When through the deep waters I call thee to go, The rivers of woe shall not thee overflow; For I will be with thee, thy troubles to bless, And sanctify to thee thy deepest distress. (from How Firm a Foundation, 1787) Part I I am

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Stay Alive

Read the rest of the series Because of technology, I am plugged into several networks for Christians who are gay. One prevailing theme throughout all of them is that many in our community suffer from depression and a profound sense of hopelessness. This isn’t just

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Staying in the Moment

I have found a great challenge these last few months I want to share. Being a seminary student, I am required to work and attend classes in a hospital environment as part of the credits for my Divinity degree. This is called CPE (Clinical Pastoral

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Coming Home

We were picking blackberries in Franklin, Georgia. He was on one side of the bush and I was on the other. I looked up and said “Dad, I am gay.” He looked directly at me through the thorny branches, heavy with berries. “Well, you can’t