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.
oday as I had my daily walk, I started by thanking God for creating men (I mean the male human species). And that he allowed me to be attracted to them. Even to the extent that I tend to love some so deeply. I thanked him for…
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!
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.