A Christian Father’s Plea To Dads Of LGBTQ Kids

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If you would like more information about Robert’s private group for dads on Facebook, or if you just need to talk to someone, email him directly, or click here. Five years ago, my daughter came out. I love her. Nothing will ever change that. Nothing. I stand with her. I defend her. I believe in her. I…

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The Everyday Miracle Of God With Us

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When I was in high school, I secretly believed that the idea of God being ‘born’ was simply outrageous. Up to that time, I had been educated according to the scientific method and trained to use the tools of critical analysis that rely upon empirical verification to substantiate ‘truth.’ My education did not leave room…

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Now Is My Time: Coming Out To My Methodist Congregation

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On January 3, 2016, Rev. Cynthia Meyer, pastor for Edgerton United Methodist Church in Edgerton, Kansas, came out to her congregation. Meyer’s announcement comes after 25 years of leadership in The United Methodist Church (The UMC), a denomination that does not allow LGBTQ clergy or same-sex marriage. The wise sages from different lands had seen…

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God Has Prepared Unimaginable Surprises For Us!

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This past Sunday’s Gospel reading focused on a beautiful story of two women, one of whom is a central figure in the Advent narrative—Mary. I must confess that I have never felt close to Mary. Growing up Catholic, with yearly May processions, Marian feast days, and rosaries filled with “Hail, Mary’s” just didn’t help me…

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My Christian Journey: Coming Out As Transgender

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Hi, my name is Izek, and I identify as a bi-racial queer transman (FTM). Most importantly, I identify as a Christian. I have had positive and negative experiences coming out as transgender. Luckily, I already had supportive friends, family, and church community. This support made transitioning less intimidating. Although I had a decent amount of…

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I Survived Conversion Therapy, But Not Without Scars

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When I was 15, my parents took me to the basement of a church in my western hometown for “therapy.” The “therapist,” Michael, was an older, pale-faced man with graying brown hair. His office was painted sky blue and decorated with white-framed pictures of his family sitting on hay bales, grinning at the camera. The…

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What Happened When I Wrote A Letter To My Archbishop

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A few days ago, I got a letter from my archbishop. I couldn’t even wait to get up the stairs to my apartment. The envelope was torn long before I keyed myself into the door and I even scrambled to take a picture of the fact—wind-tossed hair, lacking makeup, it didn’t matter to me. I…

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