The Joy of Freedom

A few years ago, I was pretty much at the end of my rope—after almost twenty years of fully embracing the gay life. I had been with hundreds of men and engaged in really wild sex. None of that ever satisfied me. My twelve-year relationship with a man from Israel ended very badly. I was even willing to work as a hustler for my "lover" — anything to get him back.

I lost all self-esteem and became extremely suicidal for months. They put me on heavy medication to pull me through.

Beware the Sin of Pride!

The story you’ve just read moved me deeply, and I hope it touched you. If you have never struggled with same-sex attractions, or engaged in homosexual activities, and are perhaps tempted to pride—to think yourself better than those who do struggle, would you think was with on some words of the Apostle Paul: “What makes you better than anyone else? What do you have that God hasn’t given you? And if all you have is from God, why boast as though you have accomplished something on your own” (I Corinthians 4:7 NLT)?

It used to be fashionable for young people to argue with their parents by using the phrase, “Well, I didn’t ask to be born.”

That was, of course, true. We don’t choose to be born. We don’t choose our parents. Some of us came from intact homes with a loving father and mother who met our emotional needs. Others lost a same-sex parent through death, or divorce, or abandonment. Still others had a parent of the same-sex in the home who was emotionally a million miles away—unwilling or unable to give love and emotional care.

Points to Ponder