The Games Christians Play {0}
Do not judge by appearances, but judge with right judgment. (John 7:24 ESV)
The past two weeks have been tiring. Work has been outrageously busy, and my personal life has been eventful, to say the least. And after all of this, I find myself tired, depressed, and in short supply of hope for the future. Upon becoming a Christian almost 3-1/2 years ago I was very concerned about how I would be treated within the church. I had felt called by God to follow Him, and in the process, leave behind my past of homosexual sex and focus on pursuing a life that I felt would honor God. And always somewhere in my mind was this idea that I would never truly be fully accepted by a large part of the church.
This fear I’d harbored has finally materialized in an ugly and unexpected way last week. I was accused very matter of fact-ly by the wife of a good friend of mine, a fellow Christian, of having a sexual affair with him and of wrecking their marriage. I was shocked and hurt beyond words. Firstly, this friend and me had never been involved in anything that was even remotely sexual. He is heterosexual and I am not aware of any struggle on his part with issues of same sex attraction. He and I had taken a long time to get to the point of having a stable and confident friendship. I say this because for a while, he was never quite sure of my commitment to Christ and celibacy. This used to frustrate me, but I did understand his caution on some level. It simply wasn’t something that was commonplace at this church or in his experiences – men coming out of a homosexual lifestyle and pursuing Christ. So it frustrated me but I got it. He needed time to know if he could trust me. So after a few years of friendship, for the past 6 months or so, it has seemed apparent to me that both he and I had found some type of security in the friendship. Something had gradually shifted to a point where whatever barriers each of us kept in place had seemed to have fallen. For my part, the feelings I had that he treated me differently because of my past had largely gone away. And for his part, it seemed as if he had gotten to the point of trusting me completely with respect to my past life, and treated me as he would any other good friend. We found ourselves in a good, close, and significant friendship and both of us would openly describe the other as a best friend. Read More










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