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| Kristin’s Story |
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| Seven years ago I found myself on
my knees, praying these words: “Dear Jesus,
I love you, but I do not know what to do.”
At that time I was involved in an intimate relationship
with a woman, and I had to decide whether I would
continue this relationship. |
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| Brad Grammer’s Story |
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| Seventeen years ago, my life came
to a crossroad. In my mind, I could either commit
suicide or give God one more chance to change my
life and bring it meaning. Prior to coming to this
crossroad, I had struggled with my sexual identity
as well as depression and anxiety.
My earliest recollections of being attracted
to men is when I was six years old. I remember
fantasizing about growing up to be a woman and
marrying a man. Specific males came to my mind
as I considered the kind of man I would marry.
They were all muscular, handsome and confident. |
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| Gwen’s Story |
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| I struggled with same sex attraction for nearly twenty years. I am not certain at what point I was aware of the attraction. It had been a part of my life so early that it was some time before I noticed that my interests were not like the girls my age. |
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| Johnny's Story |
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| When I was fifteen years old, I had my first exposure to anything pornographic. It was a Playboy at the house of one of my parent's customers. I was there helping them that day, and I snuck off to peak at this forbidden thing. When I look back, I realize that it was a pretty immediate hook. I did not have a lot of access to pornography, but it began to take a secure place in my mind. |
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| Maria’s Story |
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| I thought I was born to be a lesbian,
so there was no question about changing my sexual
orientation. I had had attractions toward the same
sex from an early age which eventually led into
two significant, long-lasting lesbian relationships.
However, during this time, my parents diligently
prayed for me. God heard and answered their prayers. |
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| Lynnette's Story |
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| Previously, I had tried to prove my
lifestyle was acceptable to God. But God was revealing
to me his view of my lifestyle from his heart and
from his eyes. I desired and needed healing within
my thoughts and my emotions. “Change me Lord!”
became my heart’s cry. |
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| Kyle’s Story |
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| I have been a Christian all my life—that’s
25 years. Since I believe Scripture, I know that
homosexuality is sin. You may be wondering, "How
does a Christian end up gay?" I’ve wrestled
with that question most of my life. There are several
good books and organizations which could explain
better than I … I couldn’t possibly
generalize and condense the "homosexual struggle"
into this short paper. I can, however, share briefly
from my experience. |
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| Scott’s Story |
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| I suddenly realized that Easter is
a religious holiday. At the tender age of seventeen
I became a born-again Christian. What a glorious
reason to rejoice—freedom, grace, and salvation
through the death and resurrection of our Lord Jesus
Christ. |
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| Luis’s Story |
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| I did not understand why I had done
this and sought help from the Catholic Church I
attended. I went to confess to the priest and he
told me to say three “our fathers” and
four “hail Marys” and never come into
this church again. |
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| Obedience Made the Difference -
by Tim Wilkins |
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| Several decades have not erased the
memory of a summer afternoon, playing alone on a
hill beside my house, and desiring to be held by
a man. I was a small boy. There were no erotic feelings
then, just a distinct desire for male intimacy and
protection-- a God-given human need that had gone
unmet during my early childhood years. |
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| Christopher's Story |
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| While attending dental school, he
began living a promiscuous homosexual lifestyle
and experimenting with illicit drugs. Within a few
years, he was expelled from dental school, imprisoned
for drug dealing and discovered that he was HIV
positive. |
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| Yvette's Story |
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| I remember when I was 24 years old
I was a militant lesbian activist, and one of my
best friends was a politically active, flamboyant
gay man named Jerry. We often talked about ways
to make the world more accepting of homosexuality. |
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| Anonymous |
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| Every son wants his father to be a hero. I learned that lesson only recently when I discovered how desperately I wanted to respect and honor my own father, and how I wanted those blessings from him in return. Fathers play a crucial part of our development, and when that formative responsibility crumbles, children are left to pick up the broken pieces and put them back together without knowing how they all fit. |
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| Misa’s Story |
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| I was born in 1960 in an ambulance right here in San Jose. Because it was considered an “unclean birth”, the hospital separated me from my mother when we arrived and I was not allowed to see her for the first seven days of my life. After that, my mother and I were unable to bond, as was the case with all of her five children, due to a mental disorder on her part. My grandmother did bond with me at a young age, but, for some reason, detached from me at about three. |
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