The Man Whom the King Delighteth to Honor

Like many other LGBT+ Christians, I lived my life trying to be heterosexual. It was a common teaching that being gay, or committing homosexual acts, was an abomination to God. No one wanted to be an abomination to God, of course. We were taught that if we had enough faith God would “cure” us of our “adverse” sexual orientation. We learned that our sexual orientation was a choice that we had made, even if we had no recollection of ever making that decision. Notwithstanding, we were expected to make the decision to be heterosexual every day of our lives, and oftentimes multiple times a day. Do straight people have to make the decision to stay straight every day, I would wonder to myself?

Being an avid Bible reader, I could not help but feel condemned by it. In my younger years, when my sexuality was but a whisper in the wind, the Bible was full of awesome stories and fantastical feats. It spoke of a man, named Jesus, who seemed really cool and very loving. However, as I progressed into my teen years, when my sexual orientation became more evident, reading the Bible was like stabbing myself in the heart with a rusty, dull dagger at each sitting. Reading about a “God of Love” didn’t ease the pain of knowing that just a few chapters away God was reminding me that He hated who I was. As a natural consequence to all of this negativity and condemnation, my teen and early adult years were eventually plunged into a dark pit of depression.

Just before I hit my lowest point, and ultimately an attempt at suicide, I did receive a small glimmer of hope. While I was learning to hate everything that I was and everything that I liked; when I began demanding that God explain to me why He would allow me to be born, He spoke to me. It was on a clear autumn morning, just as the sun peaked over the tree lined horizon. I was semi-conscious, that state between awake and sleep in which you are aware the world exists but your mind is still in dreamland. It was a voice speaking directly to me, as though someone was in my room. I lived alone—one of the perks of being a dorm floor Resident Adviser. Yet, there the voice was, clear as day, addressing me like a parent addresses their child. It said, very simply: “I love you just the way that you are.” Period. There was no interlude, there was no time for questions, there was no pause. In and out. The voice had come without warning, said what it had to say and left just as abruptly.

I was, in that moment, fully awake, wondering what in the world had just happened. Had God just spoken to me? That had never happened before, not like this anyway. I considered that perhaps I was hallucinating, but I remembered the story of the prophet Samuel, who, when he was but a child, had been called by God three times. He didn't know what to do until Eli told him, but, thanks to this story, I knew what to do. I knew I wasn't hallucinating; I had actually heard a voice, out loud, in my room, while I was alone! The message replayed in my head: “I love you just the way that you are.” So, like Eli counseled Samuel, I fell to my knees and spoke to God. I thanked Him for taking the time to actually speak to me and for the message. The meaning of the message was clear; it was as if the interpretation had been revealed to my brain as the voice spoke. The message was: God was not asking me to change who I was for something others thought I should strive to be. It was a pure, direct message of love, peace, and acceptance, and for that I promptly thanked God. The end. Except, plot twist: this was just the beginning. As it happened, I would have to learn the hard way what it meant to disbelieve God's promises.

What should have been the next few years of bliss and peace were, instead, transformed into the next few years of hell. These are the times that I rightly entitle my “dark ages.” My dark ages lasted almost nine years and were filled with the worst amount of emotional suffering that I have ever had to endure. All of it was unknowingly self-inflicted. Why self-inflicted, you may ask? Because, the worst decision that I have ever made in my entire life was to blatantly distrust God’s promise. In response to that wonderful gift God gave me, a gift of total acceptance and love, I got on my knees, thanked God for the message, and said, “I know that you love me just the way that I am, but I know there are some things you want me to change.” I had, quite literally, negated everything God had just told me and put my religious beliefs before God’s Word. I followed right in the footsteps of Adam and the Children of Israel. I simply did not believe God's promise. And thus began my crusade to double, even triple my efforts to be rid of the plague called homosexuality and all the while falling head first into a world of misery and pain. It was a crusade that nearly claimed my life multiple times.

Two years after having heard God's voice, I found myself in France. It’s true what they say about depression, because I was in a country that I had dreamed of visiting for years, and I could find no enjoyment in it. All of the pictures I had taken that year, which were already few in number, showed me without a smile. The world seemed against me; as if no one cared that I was slowly dying inside. How lucky my friends around me were, I kept telling myself, to not have to battle such a heavy demon. I was persuaded that they would never know the pain that I was going through, nor would they care to try. They were having fun, traveling here and there, planning parties, and going out meeting the locals. Meanwhile, I had confined myself to my room, partly because I simply had no money to partake in revelries, but, mostly because I saw no reason to go out and tempt myself or try and have fun. It all seemed futile. Instead I stayed in my room reading the Bible, praying, fasting, and cleaning like I had Obsessive Compulsive Disorder.

It was about a year after my first suicide attempt when those same thoughts started resurfacing. To be honest, they never really disappeared during that time, it was just that some moments were more poignantly depressing than others. I had never known tears and sorrow as much as I did during that school year in France. And although I didn't know it, this was just the beginning. I still had almost seven more years filled with anguish and pain and suicidal thoughts. During that school year in France, however, I suffered the most. I cried myself to sleep more nights than I can count and certainly more than I care to remember. That school year is what I call the worst year of my life.

During this worst year, at the time when I was starting to seriously consider suicide again, the same voice that had spoken to me two years earlier spoke again. It was the second time I heard this voice. Again, it spoke to me in an empty bedroom. Again, it woke me from my sleep. Again, the message and meaning were impossibly clear. It said, “Go, sell all that you have, and follow me.” To the average Bible reader, one would recognize this as the command Jesus gave to the Rich Young Ruler. The Rich Young Ruler, according to the story, declined Jesus' invitation, telling himself that he had invested too much into his riches and status. I, unlike the Rich Young Ruler, had not a penny to my name. In fact, I was using school loans just to be in France, so not only did I have no money, or possessions for that matter, but I was already deeply in debt. The message did not want me to get rid of my money, however. It wanted me to let go of the beliefs and traditions that I had invested so much of myself into. I, like the Rich Young Ruler, had a difficult decision to make. Would I let go of everything I learned in my Christian community about life, God, and Christianity, or would I cling to it, like a lifeline and my only source of pride?

Like the last time I heard the voice, I got on my knees and prayed. This time I told God that what He was asking me to do was incredibly hard. Basically, He was asking me to trust that He would teach me. But, how could I trust that this was the voice of God? Even if it were His voice, I didn't really know God. How could I be sure that He would actually catch me once I let go of my religious lifeline? Like many other Christians, my faith was grounded in the Bible and our fundamental teachings. God was asking me to give up on those things, to learn at His hand; His invisible, unproven hand.

If I did choose to trust God, however, how could I convince others that it was actually Him who I was following and not my own hedonism? How would I protect myself from the enemy if I gave up on all these teachings? Certainly, my religious community would strongly disagree with me, and quite possibly reject me for not keeping their beliefs. As most people in my particular community, I was well integrated, and had no desire to find myself out in the world alone, following a “God” that I had only ever heard of but whom no one had ever seen or heard. The community was my home, a place where all my friends were and where I felt protected. It was a tall order to ask me to give all that up. Needless to say my hesitation was great and the decision frightening.

After telling God my mind, I paused for a good while, rethinking the consequences of either action. Finally, and still not completely sure of the outcome, I told God that if He helped me to sell all that I had, then I would indeed follow Him. The decision, though unsure, was based on the fact that I trusted God somewhat. If He could not keep me safe from deception, though I chose to walk with Him daily, then why follow Him? I had decided to step out in faith, as so many before me have done. I knew that it was God speaking to me. It certainly could have been the Great Deceiver, which is something I thought about while making this decision. Yet, somehow I knew that it was God. It was like when God told Abraham to get up and leave his country for a country that he had never seen. Abraham just somehow knew it was God and he obeyed.

So, there you have it. I decided to obey like Abraham. The next few years of my life were spent casting away every single belief I had learned in my religious community. One after another I shed the layers of dogma, like a butterfly breaking from its self-made cocoon. My community's teachings weren't all erroneous of course, but I had to question every teaching that came to mind and ask God for clarification. Nothing was left to my own wisdom and interpretation. I was beginning to have a reason, my own reason, for why I believed the way that I did.

Finally, towards, what would be, the end of my dark ages, I came upon a Bible chapter: Psalms 91. When I read the text I didn't feel any real connection but I also wasn't looking for anything in particular. I was just reading through the Bible, as I had taken to doing three times a day. Having finished with 91 I moved onto chapter 92. For some reason, however, something in the back of my mind provoked me to go back to chapter 91. So, I reread it, but still nothing really jumped out at me. There was no real reason that I felt I should stay fixed on this chapter. Again I moved onto chapter 92. Again, there was something in the back of my mind trying to convince me to reread chapter 91. I didn't know why I felt this nagging. Perhaps it was because when I read the chapter it felt as if the words were written in a foreign language. Yet, it also felt as if I understood the foreign language, and the words, but I simply could not grasp the meaning.

Succumbing to my self-imposed nagging, I re-reread chapter 91. This time I read the first verse and I stared at it: “He that dwelleth in the secret place of the most High shall abide under the shadow of the Almighty.” It felt like I was reading through a medical tome. I understood the words and their individual meanings, but when they were combined in these sentences they just seemed to drone on with no real significance. What I needed was enlightenment, a spark of interest or just a hint of understanding.

Lacking any real connection to verse one, I continued on to verse two. I slowly read the chapter a third time, verse-by-verse, until I reached the end, yet still no closer to understanding. It felt like I was doing homework, looking for the solution of an assigned problem that the teacher had never taught. Determined to understand what I was reading, I reread the chapter for a fourth time, until I got to verse 15: “He shall call upon me, and I will answer him: I will be with him in trouble; I will deliver him, and honour him.” The part “…and honour him” grabbed my attention. Asking myself what I must do to be honored by God, I decided to read backwards to find my answer.

Verse 14 said: “Because he hath set his love upon me, therefore will I deliver him: I will set him on high, because he hath known my name.” My body started to get warm and began shaking as though I was cold. It’s a reaction I normally get when I am on the verge of discovering the answer to an enigma I've been trying to solve for a while, or when I am in the zone while I'm gaming. When I am in this state, my senses become heightened. Every action I take is hyper-calculated, my peripheral vision seems to expand, and my brain begins to analyze, in rapid progression, all possible outcomes, as if I was a Game Theory genius. I continued, backwards, verse by verse: “Because thou hast made the Lord, which is my refuge, even the most High, thy habitation…” verse 9. I was beginning to get excited. It felt as if God was promising this directly to me! “Thou shalt not be afraid for the terror by night; nor for the arrow that flieth by day,” verse 4. “Wait, is He promising me protection from attacks?” I asked myself as the excitement mounted. “I will say of the Lord, He is my refuge and my fortress: my God; in him will I trust,” verse 2, and finally verse 1!

The cloud had lifted! It was indeed a promise! A promise that God was making to me, to everyone who would decide to believe it! I read the chapter again, forward this time. I could not believe what I was reading. God was essentially telling me that if I decided to trust Him, He would be my place of refuge. He was saying that if I chose to call upon Him and find in Him my solace, no evil would come upon me! What a promise to be given!

Upon understanding what God was saying in His scriptures I got on my knees and prayed "if you are promising this to me then I cannot accept it.” I told Him, “I have literally done nothing for you to do this for me!" I opened my eyes, thinking and hesitating. Was I really going to pass up a wonderful promise for an incredible future just because I don’t deserve it? God isn’t stupid, so He must know that I don’t deserve it, but He’s promising it anyway. I closed my eyes again and asked, "Why God? What did I do? I have done nothing to deserve this.” There was no rhyme or reason to this promise. I was gay, although still desperately trying to fight it. I kept slipping up by looking at guys. I was constantly berating myself for my “wicked” thoughts that I tried continuously to cast out of my mind. No, there was no way that I was worthy of such a promise.

Then I remembered Esther 6:11—"...thus shall it be done unto the man whom the king delighteth to honour.” The account was settled. God wanted to bless me. Years ago He told me He loved me just the way that I am, no strings attached. Two years after that He showed His love to me by asking me to trust Him. Now, He was proving His love to me by asking me to let Him bless me and protect me. He promised all this knowing full well that I was gay. He knew that if I ever came out of the closet I would have relationships with men and thereby commit homosexual acts. God knew all of this and more, and still made these promises to me. I did, quite literally, nothing to deserve His blessings. Finally convinced, I happily conceded and thanked God for His promise. I told Him that I trusted that He would keep it and that He would show me His salvation. Not long after having accepted this promise I came out of the closet, fully assured that not only did God love me but He had set His seal of protection upon me. I have never been back to the closet since.

God loves me and blesses me on a daily basis, of this I have no doubt. He also loves you, regardless who you are and what sexual orientation you possess. It has never been God’s will to ostracize you for feeling different, or request that you change. He loves you just the way that you are. In order to believe that, you are going to need to do what I did and “sell all that you have and follow [Him].” If you remain under the belief that He is forcing you to change, or that He is forcing you to act like someone you aren’t, then you will never get to know the real God. You will never understand that He has unconditional love for you, despite what others say or think.

I know what you read in the Bible. I know that it seems crystal clear how God feels about homosexuality. Yet, I also know that our current interpretation of those texts has cast a dark cloud upon God and His love. There is a reason those texts exist but they were never, ever meant to condemn anyone for being who they are. Remember what God told Peter: “What God hath cleansed, that call not thou common” (Acts 10:15). The law has not condemned you and neither has God. God has not called unclean those who have been purified through their faith. So, don't let others fool you into believing so. Allow God to show you His law and love through His eyes. When you begin seeing life through your own loving relationship with God, the Bible will make much more sense. It will all come together like pieces to a puzzle.

If you never get to know the real God, then you will never be able to claim His promises to protect you and honor you, either in the Bible or elsewhere. You will be on your own, forging your own future according to what others have been telling you, and it is likely to be full of unnecessary burdens. Has He not told us that His yoke is easy and His burden light? (Matthew 11:30)

Do not do as I did, and place upon yourself a burden that God has never acknowledged or ordained. Let Him free you of those self- and societal-made prejudices by calling upon Him and trusting in His love. He will indeed free you as He has freed me, and we all know, whom the Son has made free, is truly free indeed.

Nathaniel E. King has an extended career as a project manager in Europe and America, and is a passionate writer. After studying law and obtaining an MBA in Switzerland, and, later, working in a renowned French business school, he decided to move back to California to pursue his career as a Business Consultant. Founder of KingDom Coaching, he blossoms, giving his heart every day as a life coach with an emphasis on marginalized sexuality, fortifying faith, and managerial coaching.

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Thank you so much for sharing your story and heart here with us.


The only basis on which to check subjective experience is the objective. If that is rejected in toto, there is really no map, means of orientation, or knowledge of the real. Subjectivity reigns. That is not a recipe for the finding of truth.


Thank you for taking the time and trouble to tell your story. Very much appreciated. I’m sure it will be of great help to many LGBTI people who are struggling with these issues.


Hi, Nathaniel, thank you for your courage to share your moving story here. I know that your decision must have been very difficult for you to reach, and my heart goes out to you for your steadfastness in searching out God’s word even when your friends were out having fun. It tells me that you are very interested in knowing His will.

There are, however, some parts of your story that stand out to me as things to be concerned about in your heart-search for God and His voice in your life. The first thing I noticed is that you did not mention that you attempted to test the spirits to see if it really was the voice of God speaking to you. (1 John 4:1). As people of the Word, we don’t want to rely on sense experience to determine whether a voice or experience comes from God because we can test what the spirit says against the Word as we know that God’s voice will never go against the Bible. One can immediately test the spirit by calling on the name of Jesus, who will save us from evil. In addition, I understand that any personal message from God is to be established by two or three witnesses (2 Cor. 13:1), meaning that God will show us by sending us the same message through different means as we pray and wait for Him to reveal it. This is the best way I know how to describe this. Perhaps you have had this happen before where a message (based in scripture) will come up independently at church, with Christian friends, and maybe even through an irregular channel like hearing it again on the radio. Not being afraid to ask God to reveal the truth to you is a very good sign that you want His will more than you want your own way.

Something else that disturbed me about your story was your implication that God would be somehow sanctioning your relationships with multiple partners as a liberated gay. I have problems with this from several angles. First, even if God would consider condoning homosexual behavior, which the Bible does not support, He certainly does not condone multiple partners. Jesus said in Matthew 19:5 that “the two will become one flesh.” While Abraham, Jacob, and others took multiple partners, it is something that God did not have in mind from the beginning. There were only two, and they became one flesh in HIs eyes. I want to make it clear that I believe that God has made a promise to you, which you have claimed, just as anyone may claim the special promises in Ps. 91 if they have confessed Jesus as Lord and are living a repentant life.

Another thing that concerned me was your description of your physiological response to what you were reading. What you described – the heightened awareness, the expanded peripheral vision, the rapid progress of your reading – sounds much like the trance states that I have read about – particularly with the Victorian author, Charlotte Bronte, who would regularly go into a trance as a child before she began writing in micro-script. Because Satan transforms himself into an angel of light, we need to be aware of how he works on the body and the mind. A physiological experience like you described is certainly not God’s typical way with us, so it seems worth considering that an enemy may be at work here. Satan can use scripture, as we see in the temptation of Christ. And it is important to always pray that God helps us interpret scripture before we read it. I do not know whether this was your practice or not. Is it possible that your past with gaming opened some kind of door to demonic work? I say this not knowing the kinds of games you were playing, but I do know that there are some games that are considered mind-opening games almost ouija-like, so if you are wanting to know for sure that this experience was from God, does it not seem worth it to explore this possibility?

Fourthly, I find myself asking the question of why God tells certain homosexuals to reform but lets others off the hook. In his book Out of a Far Country, A Gay Son’s Journey to God, Christopher Yuan tells us that God was leading him a very different way than you imply that God is leading you. There are countless testimonies of former gays through ministries that corroborate Yuan’s experience. Can you explain how God would be saying one thing to you – licensing you to live not only a homosexual lifestyle but possibly even a serially-monogamous one while He at the same time chooses to liberate these other individuals in a more restrictive way? Or do you feel that your voice was God’s authentic voice and the voice that Yuan heard was not? I say this with the realization that you did not explicitly say that God outright gave you permission to live this way. You mentioned that you came out of the closet, but you did not mention whether you decided to have relationships with men. Yuan also writes and talks to people. He preaches a wholly different gospel of liberation though, and it did involve a sacrifice that he was willing to make for Jesus. See his story here.

I think that the thoughtful reader of your story will have questions like the ones I am asking here. Would you at least agree that the spirits should be tested and that what we hear with our senses needs to be verified by God’s Word because there are also evil spirits? Because Satan transforms himself into an angel of light and his purpose is to deceive, are we not to be on our guard about sensory experiences to be sure they really are from God?

Lastly, I would ask you to think about your principle of interpretation. It is very easy to believe what we want to believe about a revelation from God. As humans we like to hear what we want to hear, and it is very easy to make God into our own image.

By bringing up these things I in no way wish to discourage you or to say with certainty that what you experienced was not from God, but I do think it is important to take into consideration this possibility. God will never lead anyone into sin. I certainly believe that God loves you very much, whatever the case. His love and His salvation are two separate things, and we don’t want to be deceived into thinking that just because He loves us, He condones what He does not support in the scripture. I hope you understand my tone in this letter – that it is not a condemning one, but one that sincerely hopes you will be among the redeemed with Christ. I am in prayer for you, as I am sure others are as well. What is most needed is the Holy Spirit’s guidance as we test the spirits and our own ideas against the standard, the Word of God. In Christ’s love, Cecilly


God is infinite (1 Kings 8:27), and there are limitless ways to be created in His image. But even though in some ways we are all unique, God is also one (Deuteronomy 6:4), and we are all united in that we belong to Him and only His love can fulfill and complete us (1 Corinthians 13:8-10). Thank you for sharing your unique and poignant story of the power of God’s love. Psalm 91 was exactly the song my heart needed to sing at this time in my life. We don’t all agree on doctrine, but the Bible teaches over and over and over that love reigns supreme. It is the greatest commandment (Matthew 22:36-40), upon which hangs all law and prophecy, it is the path to the Lord (Romans 8:28-30), it is the secret to salvation (Romans 13:10,), because God is love (John 4:8), and only God can save us (Isaiah 43:11). Whoever loves is born of God and knows God (1 John 4:8), and whoever knows God shall enter His kingdom (John 17:3). “Because he hath set his love upon me, therefore will I deliver him”. As disciples of Christ and as a church, which is the body of Christ, we are commanded by Jesus above all to love God and to love each other (which is the same thing, Matthew 25:40, reaffirmed by John in 1 John 4:21), and also commanded not to judge (Matthew 7:1). God has not called us to be moral crusaders, but to be a light unto the world (Matthew 5:14), and to bring people to Him by becoming examples of His love (5:16). Your testimony has blessed me greatly and renewed my dedication to trusting in God with all of my heart and leaning not on my own understanding (Proverbs 3:5). Thank you again sincerely, and may God bless you, keep you, and direct your paths. With love, Brian

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Hello Cecilly,

I don’t usually take time responding to remarks when I post articles because they are often so mixed, and unfortunately, for the moment, the negative ones usually affect me worse than the uplifting ones. I know that it should not be this way and I am striving to be stronger in appreciating assertion than discouragement. However, your comment really got to me, both positively and negatively. Now, I always, ALWAYS prefer that someone tell me the truth, whether it is painful or not and despite how I will react, because, when I calm down and can think clearer, I can accept the truth, even if it opposes my stance. It is then that I can issue an apology if I was proven wrong.

The way you wrote your comments made me think of my mother. My mom is a strict Seventh-day Adventist and does not let feelings or emotions prevent her from speaking what is true or just. Often it is hard to hear from her because she does lack the skill to speak gracefully, but when she is right, she is right. So, perhaps it was that, in part, which made me want to respond to your message alone. Perhaps, also, it seemed that, though you wanted to speak the truth, you were in no-wise condemning me and appear to be open to correction, if need be.

I will not respond to all of your message because, I already feel this post is getting lengthy, but I did want to give you a global answer for your questions.

As you probably know, I have a somewhat limited amount of space in which I can write an article. Therefore, I cannot indicate every single detail of how I was able to receive confirmation after confirmation of what God had showed me, I can tell you now that confirmation came through ordained elders in my SDA church. Even with the confirmations, however, I still doubted, precisely because what I read in the scriptures and was taught in Christianity seemed to conflict with what God had told me.

My biggest fear was and still is that I unwittingly or otherwise lead others astray from God. In fact, it was precisely this fear which led me to attempted suicide, not wishing to be a roadblock for others. With Heaven as my witness, and Jesus Christ as my Savior, I attest that I have only the desire to walk with the God of Heaven and do His will, regardless of whether it conflicts with mine. I was content with being in the closet and marrying a woman and having a family. In fact, the woman that I wished to marry and who I thought would be a wonderful wife, one whom my mom loved, told me she didn’t want to date me. We were best friends and pretty much inseparable, and I told God it was her that I would like to marry, but it was not to be.

Please note, that while I have had very significant dreams which my mom and other Christians have interpreted for me, I have never had a vision or been in a trance. I have but heard a voice on two occasions and felt a voice on three other occasions. I am not a prophet and I am not an ordained pastor. I claim no special relationship with God, nor can I speak with the spiritual world. I am just a man, whom God decided to reach out to, for some reason.

Concerning Yuan’s testimony, I will say that I am very very sorry that he went the path he did and ended up with HIV. I would have gone that path as well and my mom saw it herself, in a dream. She told me the dream and, while I was still trying to fight my sexuality, I freaked out. I told her all the truth, and held nothing back from her, and she told me that she already knew. However, you will notice that, from Yuan’s story, he had received a book that would help explain why homosexuality is not negatively spoken of in the Bible and he rejected it, assuming that what he felt was correct. That book would probably have shed light upon the subject that will, otherwise, take years to understand, as it did me. I am almost sure that, if He continues to keep his heart open to God, He will learn what took me more than 20 years to learn. And what’s more is that these aren’t even my understandings either. They have been around for hundreds of years and are all biblically based. God has, in no way, condemned homosexuals or homosexuality through the Bible. Yuan, like myself and many, many other Christians have let their own human understandings and human teachings and human interpretations take the place of God’s teachings. One cannot read Genesis, Leviticus, Ezekiel, Romans, etc. and say God hates homosexual behavior.

It is written: But the word of the Lord was unto them precept upon precept, precept upon precept; line upon line, line upon line; here a little, and there a little.

The scriptures has been explained so clearly and carefully and explains itself. But we have fallen backward and been taken and snared. In fact, all of those scriptures do, indeed, speak of one thing, but those who choose not to have the eyes to see will not see, and those who choose not to have the ears to hear will not hear.

Again, it is written: For with stammering lips and another tongue will He speak to this people.

To whom He said, this is the rest wherewith ye may cause the weary to rest; and this is the refreshing: yet they would not hear. (Isaiah 28).

God has shown us the ease of His yoke and the lightness of His burden and we, as a whole race let alone a religious group, have stumbled upon it and been broken up. Can one honestly take those scriptures in those books and show God in their current day interpretation? It is a strange interpretation because it does not coincide with God the Father, Jesus or their message.

Finally, there have been too many Christians who denounced homosexuality, only to later, humbly recant. My testimony is supported and affirmed by God fearing Christians and non alike. What I wrote about, therefore, is not strange, nor is it new. And if, what I have said or believe is false, then I have faith that Jesus Christ, the son of the Living God will send His Spirit to convict me of such and lead me in the way that I should go.

If you wish to respond and for me to answer you can send me an email. I will not be back on here to check any responses. Please know that I had no intention to be curt, rude or disrespectful. I fully appreciated your message, bitter and sweet, and I just wanted to respond honestly.

Cecilly, it seems to me that you have pinpointed the two horns of the dilemma on which Adventism is impaled.

May you continue your courageous daily walk with the Master! Many thanks for sharing this with all who have open ears and hearts.