Category Archives: Living through faith

Life is not to be endured, but to be truly lived and enjoyed. With all the scary things going on, that can seem next to impossible. But it’s not. There is a pretty amazing life out there. We just have to be able to see it through the eyes of faith.

To the teen who is bullied

This is part of a series of letters to those who may feel lost. Sometimes when we are down, discovering something in the mailbox is just the thing.

It reminds us that we aren’t as alone as we think.

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Today I write to a young woman who faces shameless cruelty each day. The torture she endures shakes the very foundation of her individual worth – a worth of value beyond imagination but denigrated into dust that disappears in the violent winds surrounding her.

Let’s call her Lily.

Dear Lily,

The very, very, very first thing I want you to read is this:

YOU ARE VITALLY IMPORTANT. YOU ARE WORTH FIGHTING FOR. I AM SO DEEPLY SORRY THAT THIS IS HAPPENING TO YOU. YOU ABSOLUTELY DO NOT DESERVE THIS VINDICTIVE VENOM.

I’m going to repeat that last part: You absolutely do NOT deserve this vile bullying.

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To the adult who is attracted to the same sex  

This is part of a series of letters to those who may feel lost. Sometimes when we are down, discovering something in the mailbox is just the thing.

It reminds us that we aren’t as alone as we think.

lonleyToday I write to a man well into his life and his career and fully capable of making his own choices – and who is growing weary of the loneliness his choice to master same-sex attraction may have brought him.

Let’s call him Jack.

Dear Jack,

Here we are – charter members of the Surviving SSA Club.

I suppose it has its benefits.

Right now I can’t think of any.

How about you?

Yeah, that’s what I thought.

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To the parents of a teen attracted to the same sex

This is part of a series of letters to those who may feel lost. Sometimes when we are down, discovering something in the mailbox is just the thing.

It reminds us that we aren’t as alone as we think.

Today I write to parents who are in pain because their child is in pain. Dealing constructively with same-sex attraction is uncharted territory and everyone is stumbling their way through.

Let’s call them Charlie’s Mom and Dad.

Dear Charlie’s Mom and Dad,

You are tired.

family7Changing diapers and teaching Charlie to not touch a hot stove seem like a long forgotten paradise compared to what you are navigating right now.

I know that your knees are bruised and bloody, not only from stumbling and falling through this uncharted journey, but also from hours spent in pleading prayer.

You can’t kiss Charlie’s hurt and make it better this time.

But then, you may not be sure you want to.

Ah, perhaps this is the place to begin.

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To the teenager attracted to the same sex

This is part of a series of letters to those who may feel lost. Sometimes when we are down, discovering something in the mailbox is just the thing.

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It reminds us that we aren’t as alone as we think.

Today I write to a young man in pain because his inner yearnings contradict with his inner understandings.

Let’s call him Charlie.

Dear Charlie,  

Hi, my name is Greg and I’m pushing 50, if you can believe it. I can’t. I guess to someone your age that would make me ancient; my kids would probably agree. Of course, since I haven’t ever grown up, I don’t really feel that old myself.

I guess it’s all relative, isn’t it?

Relativity applies to so many things in life. Things that at one point are incredibly overwhelming can become, over time, something manageable.

And even enjoyable sometimes.

Let me explain:

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One step forward, another one back – right?

Okay, here’s the deal:

Things have been tough lately.

You can empathize, right?

For a while now, I’ve really struggled with my self-imposed deadlines of getting out a blog posting each Monday and Thursday. It, like these kinds of things usually do, began to consume me and filled me with dread. If I didn’t have something ready for the next scheduled published thoughts, I became more and more weighed down of being overwhelmed by it all.despair

Crazy, right?

Well, actually yes.

That’s kind of the problem.

It’s just one of the reasons that holding down a steady job is out of my grasp right now. Of course, the whole bipolar thing doesn’t help, but that’s another discussion.

When Ann and I met with the doctor recently we decided that I’d stop writing for a while, as it was doing more harm than good.

I was almost giddy with relief.

One step forward, another one back.

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