I was a typical kid from a typical family ... Read More
I have struggled with homosexual temptation most of my life. By the grace of God I have always been celibate but the struggle for me has been intense. Sadly, the battle was also with my own denomination. In my 22 years as a pastor in the Evangelical Lutheran Church in America... Read More
Seven years ago I found myself on my knees, praying these words: “Dear Jesus, I love you, but I do not know what to do.” At that time I was involved in an intimate relationship with a woman, and I had to decide whether I would continue this relationship. Read more
Seventeen years ago, my life came to a crossroad. In my mind, I could either commit suicide or give God one more chance to change my life and bring it meaning. Prior to coming to this crossroad, I had struggled with my sexual identity as well as depression and anxiety.
My earliest recollections of being attracted to men is when I was six years old. I remember fantasizing about growing up to be a woman and marrying a man. Specific males came to my mind as I considered the kind of man I would marry. They were all muscular, handsome and confident. Read more
I struggled with same sex attraction for nearly twenty years. I am not certain at what point I was aware of the attraction. It had been a part of my life so early that it was some time before I noticed that my interests were not like the girls my age. Read more
I thought I was born to be a lesbian, so there was no question about changing my sexual orientation. I had had attractions toward the same sex from an early age which eventually led into two significant, long-lasting lesbian relationships. However, during this time, my parents diligently prayed for me. God heard and answered their prayers. Read more
I have been a Christian all my life—that’s 25 years. Since I believe Scripture, I know that homosexuality is sin. You may be wondering, "How does a Christian end up gay?" I’ve wrestled with that question most of my life. There are several good books and organizations which could explain better than I … I couldn’t possibly generalize and condense the "homosexual struggle" into this short paper. I can, however, share briefly from my experience.
I did not understand why I had done this and sought help from the Catholic Church I attended. I went to confess to the priest and he told me to say three “our fathers” and four “hail Marys” and never come into this church again. Read more
Obedience Made the Difference
Several decades have not erased the memory of a summer afternoon, playing alone on a hill beside my house, and desiring to be held by a man. I was a small boy. There were no erotic feelings then, just a distinct desire for male intimacy and protection-- a God-given human need that had gone unmet during my early childhood years. Read more
While attending dental school, he began living a promiscuous homosexual lifestyle and experimenting with illicit drugs. Within a few years, he was expelled from dental school, imprisoned for drug dealing and discovered that he was HIV positive. Read more
I remember when I was 24 years old I was a militant lesbian activist, and one of my best friends was a politically active, flamboyant gay man named Jerry. We often talked about ways to make the world more accepting of homosexuality. Read more
Every son wants his father to be a hero. I learned that lesson only recently when I discovered how desperately I wanted to respect and honor my own father, and how I wanted those blessings from him in return. Fathers play a crucial part of our development, and when that formative responsibility crumbles, children are left to pick up the broken pieces and put them back together without knowing how they all fit. Read more
I was born in 1960 in an ambulance right here in San Jose. Because it was considered an “unclean birth”, the hospital separated me from my mother when we arrived and I was not allowed to see her for the first seven days of my life. After that, my mother and I were unable to bond, as was the case with all of her five children, due to a mental disorder on her part. My grandmother did bond with me at a young age, but, for some reason, detached from me at about three. Read more