I had worried that as the sole Christian in my family, my coming out to my mother would hurt what Christians call my “witness”: the theology I live to demonstrate to others who God is. How can you be a Christian, she asked me then, if you are gay?
Last winter, Zora had asked me to write about mental health. I couldn’t finish the post. I was scared and ashamed.
One of the most common hurts we hear about stems from beliefs about the Bible: the anchor text of our faith. So in this post, we offer...
Zora told me not to write this week.
Onstage, I enlisted the help of the audience - my classmates - maybe 400 of them. I wanted them to back me up - to sing with me. The parts weren’t hard. And this is the story of how I proposed to Zora.
We have a vision for what the future of the blog will look like, but before we get there, we want to pause and hear from you.
There was a photo taped up over my bed for some time. In it, Zora is kissing my cheek, and we’re in the desert. I loved her.