I kissed a girl. And I liked it. The song played way before I thought it possible. This girl though wanted me to. I am a Christian. This feels too right for Leviticus 18. And worse for Romans 1. I mean we can negate the Old Testament for being too old. We are the assembly of the progressives!
I wasn’t quitting on my faith, NO, how could I, Jesus seemed the realest! I was basically saying, “I cannot ignore my feelings of same sex attractions, and I didn’t know how to remain Christian amidst them.” Being home with Christ felt like the only comfort; I became suicidal!
The word from the priest and the song renewed my hope. Right now whenever I am tempted or am troubled by my same sex feelings I call upon God to give me self-control and when I fall, I repent, change my ways and I go back to him. He says in Matthew 11:28 “Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened,and I will give you rest.” I have since grown closer to the Lord whom I have come to learn is compassionate and gracious God, slow to anger, abounding in love and faithfulness (Psalm 86:15). I resolved and am willing to pursue his will in opposite sex marriage and I believe he will guide me through.
Internet told me that I was gay! I hated gay! Everyone hates gays, even God hated them so much that he burnt a whole city because of them. I am not gay!
That was my now biggest prayer. God I don’t wanna be gay. I was hopeful. I fasted. Read the word and all my tender mind could think.