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On Death, Dying, and Those Who Still Wait

On Death, Dying, and Those Who Still Wait

Nov 11, 2014

What follows below is a response to something that was tweeted this past week and which I, in turn, posted on Facebook. It received a slew of likes (I was glad for that). In the evolution of comments away from the original theme, Leslie Maxwell Kaiura commented about how she stumbled upon my blog, and her thoughts on my perspective as a gay Christian man who...

Islamophobia, Glass Factories, and “THEM”

Islamophobia, Glass Factories, and “THEM”

Sep 8, 2014

“The problem is never going to go away. Tell them that they have 24 hours to get the fuck out. Then turn that whole region into a GLASS FACTORY.” Wow. Coffee table conversation at dinner parties yields the strangest schools of thoughts. Comments on how best to deal with far off problems can go beautifully with a nice glass of merlot.   A...

Refuge for a Boy Called Virtue

Refuge for a Boy Called Virtue

Jul 19, 2014

They thought that he was the son of a mayor, and for that he was shot. And lived. They still shoot people a century later for such things. I’ve been watching the refugee crisis, with children from Central America at the borders with no small degree of horror. While I’m deeply disturbed by so many things that pass me by on the news, on social media...

How God and Evolution Became My Best Friends

How God and Evolution Became My Best Friends

Jun 16, 2014

I probably hated most of you at one point or another. For what your kind had done, at one point in time, to me.To those like me. Strangers to you. Hate is a such a strong word. But no, I did. I fact-checked you, had you figured out. There was such perverse safety in knowing the enemy.     I sought out and read everything that you ever wrote. Your...

If I’ve Survived to Achieve it All

If I’ve Survived to Achieve it All

May 4, 2014

If I should achieve all of the rights in my world as a same-gender loving man. If I am welcomed into the arms of the Church as such, and feel that justice has finally been served. If that’s my litmus test for how far Christianity has evolved, and I turn a blind eye to the rest of the world. Love.  If that’s the extent of my love for the “least...

And Still, Still We Stand

And Still, Still We Stand

Apr 1, 2014

The stones come. Year after year.   Decade after decade. And I, like a fool never fell.   I cannot, could not, fall.   But they hit.  Still they hit. Still they sting. Even now. Especially now. I filled many glasses to numb it all. Merlot. Coque du vin. And said to myself “feel nothing.” And asked. Demanded. What of it all? I...

Stigmatas

Stigmatas

Mar 11, 2014

From the sole of the foot even to the head, there is no soundness in it, but bruises and sores and raw wounds; they are not pressed out or bound up or softened with oil. (Isaiah 1:6) There is a thorn. A kind of stigmata that eats me from within that will not heal. I am ashamed. I, like so many others. Once, twice, a multitude of times. We all looked away. We...