He steps into the garden, a place that should feel familiar. Tonight it does not comfort Him. His chest tightens. He tells the disciples to stay and watch, but even as He speaks, He can see it, the heaviness in their eyes, the confusion. They don’t understand. How could they? He barely has the words for it Himself.
I never shared my experience of attraction with anyone until I was 18. Until then, it was buried deep in my heart. One day, I finally came out to a friend. I was scared because I knew most people wouldn’t want to be friends with me after that. But he was different. Instead of judging me, he leaned close and told me he still loved me, and even now, more than ever.
For many same-sex attracted Christians, the hardest part of faith is not rules.
It’s love.
Not loving God but believing we are loved without having to earn it.