The Games We Play Pt. 4: Loving God Again

From exile to chosen

I still remember the first time someone told me that I was a sin. Of course, they said “homosexuality” was a sin, but what I heard and knew was that I was fundamentally wrong — a stain on the fabric of God’s otherwise perfect creation. I may not remember the exact year or date, but I could never forget the feeling. The deep pit of regret and shame that began to form in my chest. The firm biting of my lower lip as the congregation murmured “Amens” in unison. The feeling of childish superiority that my holiness had once…