I’ve been reading the Gospels the past two weeks. I haven’t read straight through in quite a while. And this time, I studied closely, every single thing Jesus said about homosexuality. What I found was astounding.
It’s been nearly four years since my suicide attempt. I thank God my life did not end on that terrible night. But I also realize how lucky I was. I simply chose the right (or wrong) method of dying. If I had bought a gun instead of pills, I would be dead. Thank God I had time, after trying to die, for someone to intervene.
Donald Trump’s America is anything but great. It is the home of the fearful and the land of the bigot. And as the messy grace guy, this post is all about why a Trump Presidency scares me to death.
Earlier this week, I came face-to-face with my straight white privilege. I will never be able to look at people, issues, or politics the same again. Please don’t miss this important post.
I haven’t checked on my friend Kevin Garcia in at least two weeks. His prediction was right. We’ve moved on. We had never done anything to reach the gay community before the Pulse shooting, but suddenly we seemed to care. We wept and wailed and mourned on social media. And now? We’re done. It’s no longer in the news cycle. Last week was Dallas and in a few days, the vigils will be over and we’ll be writing about the next tragedy that sweeps our broken-as-f*ck nation.