I was in a religious meeting last week where someone offered the suggestion that a failure of faith does not equal a loss of faith.
That statement landed--kind of felt like a momentary home.
My best friend has a blog, The Wanderings and Delusions of a Gay Mormon Boy, in which he "details [his] experiences as a Gay Mormon Boy one year after the actual events in a literary experiment. [He] examine[s his] journey out of the closet, [his] spiritual conflict, and [his] dating life." Changing the names of "everyone involved...for the sake of privacy", my friend became "GMB" and I became "Cole." This blog is an offering of my own Wanderings and Delusions.
Wednesday, February 23, 2011
Friday, February 11, 2011
Response to a Blasted Fearmonger
To you who think you know how God feels about what we label straight, gay, and in between:
I don't think He cares about sexual preferences or positions. I do believe cares about his children. I won't cite scripture, but will offer personal experience as my evidence. When I came out to Him, He said He already knew. He said it changed nothing. He told me He had greater kinds of love in His heart than most people want to understand. He said I was still held within the palm of His hand, still close to His heart, and always worthy of His great love.
I walk forward in that graceful knowledge. Take my hand and walk forward with me.
I don't think He cares about sexual preferences or positions. I do believe cares about his children. I won't cite scripture, but will offer personal experience as my evidence. When I came out to Him, He said He already knew. He said it changed nothing. He told me He had greater kinds of love in His heart than most people want to understand. He said I was still held within the palm of His hand, still close to His heart, and always worthy of His great love.
I walk forward in that graceful knowledge. Take my hand and walk forward with me.
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