I typed the question, “What does it take to be a part of a community” into google. A random blog stated “a community is…a group linked by a common policy, a common history or common social, economic, and political interests. A Common history. Those were the key words for which I had been searching.

In my youth I lived about 10 years as an active member of the gay community. I read gay literature, dated guys, went to gay clubs, surrounded myself with gay men, attended and served at AIDS benefits and steeped myself in gay culture. I was a victim of bullying and true hate speech. I buried a few friends and one family member after their lives were cut short by the ravages of HIV. I crafted an identity out of a feeling that started when I was around 6 years of age. It was a feeling common in the childhoods of most gay men and women; a feeling of “feeling different”. I was led by many to interpret that feeling to mean that I was gay. Later in life I began to question, “Who told me that the benign feeling of ‘feeling different’ meant that I was gay? That interpretation was fostered by the verbal contributions of my peers and the contemptuous need of society to label anything that appears different. But maybe, just maybe the feeling didn’t mean that I was different. Maybe it meant that I was set apart for something different.

I have long since physically left the gay community, but my heart is still there. I still consider myself an integral part of the gay community. My own life was affected by homosexuality. I know the trials and tribulations that gay men and women go through today. I know that just like me, there are people trapped in a gay identified world that long to be free. There are others who are quite happy being gay. The liberal media would have us believe that the Church’s strong voice in the world is the sole cause of gay teen suicides. When I was growing up, it wasn’t the church that caused me inner turmoil with my sexuality. Deep down I knew the attractions I was starting to feel were wrong. The feelings were awkward and shameful. The church didn’t have to tell me that. It was the voice of God that made me aware of how sin had manifested in me, but also how I could bring peace to the chaos brewing in the area of my sexuality.

I felt like killing myself as a teen not because of the church, but because satan tried to get at me anyway that he can. His whispers and lies twisted the Bible into a condemnation of me, not of the sin that was overtaking me. After many years I got real honest with myself about how homosexuality developed in my life. Many gay men and women use the act of “coming out” as a great dismissal of the developmental history that shaped their gay identity. History be damned. Genetics is the great enabler that keeps many bound to a life of destruction. My heart breaks a little more each day as satan, disguised as an angel of light, brings false hope with slogans like “It gets better” and “NOH8”. Every witty new catchphrase serves as another weapon against allowing the truth of Jesus Christ to penetrate the darkness. Equally as frustrating is how many kids are led astray when a celebrity comes out of the closet and is heralded as a hero. Where in the world are the Christians who would stand up against the gay agenda and say enough? Denomination after denomination has fallen to the power of satan wielded by the gay agenda.

More often than not it’s a message no church dares to tackle. How many kids have to be shuffled off to hell, before we find it necessary to be better fathers and better men? Before we turn off the television with its rampant sexual agendas and take a stand for decency, in our homes and in our community. I am still a part of the gay community, whether they want me or not. Why? The false love and acceptance of the world is leading them to an early grave without the knowledge of Jesus Christ. Will one more news anchor or celebrity teach your family its values, or will you have the courage to step up in the face of great persecution and stand for what is good, decent and right? I spoke of true hate speech earlier, because the gay agenda will always use “hate crimes” or “hate speech” as a way of stifling opposing opinions and the truth. We can’t let what they say to us or about us, determine whether or not we stand in obedience to Christ. There are kids out there looking for a savior. Where would you have them find that savior? The truth is that life only gets better if Christ is actively involved. Otherwise, “It gets better” is simply the latest literary vehicle to soothe hurt feelings and keep the message of the gospel at bay. It’s the warbled battle cry of a community headed straight for an eternity separated from God. Though the gay community and I still share a common history, I have God to thank that our futures are vastly different. It is a future I wish for all people, not just my gay brothers and sisters. A future in Christ. An eternity with God.

Proverbs 3:5&6 Trust in the Lord with all your heart and lean not on your own understanding. In all your ways acknowledge Him, and He shall direct your paths.

Everyone that calls on the name of the Lord will be saved.

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