A few weeks ago, as I prepared my sermon for Palm Sunday, it occurred to me that the Triumphal Entry of Jesus into Jerusalem was, in a sense a “coming out” for Jesus. Having previously downplayed and hushed his identity as the promised Messiah (though
My name is Vanessa Sheridan and I’m a proud, happily transgender person who is also a Christian — a follower of and a believer in Jesus Christ as my Savior, teacher, and role model. I consider my status as a transgender Christian to be a
… God is faithful; he will not let you be tempted beyond what you can bear. But when you are tempted, he will also provide you a way out so that you can stand up under it. The words of 1 Corinthians 10:13 rang in
Coming out for me was parallel to being “born again” as a Christian. Candace Chellew, in the essay “Losing God”, (Whosoever Issue 5) has underlined what the experience has meant for me; losing God. It was only after actually screaming out loud one night with
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
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.