Coming Out of the Closet a Gay Christian


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The only thing valuable in life is truth. Some might think truth is about facts and data; others feel it to be about what we’re able to see and touch. For me, it’s about all these things and more – an authentic collaboration of love, faith and truth, or as I like to call: “L.F.T.”

I’m not going to be a preacher for the next ten minutes, but I will explain to you why I think it’s important for all gay Christians to have a louder voice. As brothers and sisters through Christ, we are taught to have fellowship. It’s the most powerful tool in spreading the spirit of God throughout the world. Without union there can be no army, which is what the world desperately needs.

When I came out of the closet I didn’t just walk out. I exploded like a cannon. I went to sleep having come out to my family and woke up with a totally different life – I changed my Facebook status, told all my friends, started going to my local gayborhood to meet people like me, and all the worry and anxiety melted away. But my faith in God remained the same. Our relationship never fractured. My spiritual awareness of who I am and what my purpose is didn’t change.

God is all I’ve known my entire life. We’re best friends. He’s my mentor. I talk to him every day, just like we might all talk to our self or our dog regularly. It’s therapeutic meditation to pray. I believe in Jesus’ philosophy to love thy neighbor and treat others the way we want to be treated. The “gay” thing never burdened me because I knew without a shadow of a doubt that God was on my side. He had to be.

I was born this way. It’s genetically coded in my genes and I couldn’t change it even if I wanted to. To even try would be denying L.F.T: I needed to love myself enough to have faith in God so I might live truthfully, which is the way he wants us all to live, for if we can’t be our true selves, we are hypocrites.

I know the bible was written by men: preachers and followers of the philosophies and commandments of God. In their hay day they were well-respected teachers. People trusted them to give the truth of the Lord, and we didn’t know any better so we trusted them. After all, who are we to deny advice and commands from a priest?

But after thinking about it for a while, I realized something crucial. I’ve met countless of priests, preachers, rabbis and teachers I didn’t see eye-to-eye with. I’ve heard teachings I knew were flawed, and church rules I knew to be unfair. I understood now – of course these teachers have a different interpretation because we all do.

Men and women of the cloak translate what they think and feel into lessons and sermons based on their own experience of what God is, and their experiences aren’t necessarily mine. The men who wrote the bible were no different. Similar to how we go to church with an open mind, we must also read the bible with an open heart. A priest’s sermon is supposed to inspire, so let the Bible inspire you rather than becoming a fundamental blueprint of truth.

God wants us all to live for ourselves, and there are many roads to Rome. So long as we make it, what does it matter? God is a destination but Jesus is the vessel, and there are many paths to Jesus.

We can’t let Christianity turn into an elite club by constantly upholding rules stamped by old priests who may or may not have had some kind of motive behind their letters. If there’s one lesson flooding the Holy Book on every page, it’s that love wins.

I’m a gay Christian. I didn’t choose to be gay, but I did choose to be Christian. That’s the beauty of God. He doesn’t want us to be robots. He wants us to live in peace together with all kinds of truths and cultures. If we become the mean girls of the world by constantly telling people “you can’t sit with us” every time a so-called rule or commandment delivered from a priest (not God) is broken, we will end up looking crazy.

The real test of love isn’t judgment, but compassion. It’s not about segregation, but rather coming together in love, faith and truth. It doesn’t matter where we’re from or how we’re born. At the end of the day, we all belong to the fellowship.

When we love each other, God is happy.