Here is my life story in a nutshell. I have been homosexual my entire life, and other than numerous suicide attempts as a teenager, survived high school in the closet without too many difficulties. My dad died when I was a toddler, and my mother had very strong faith in Jesus Christ which she imparted to me.
The University was a completely different environment, were I could be myself. I rejected the Christian faith and decided I wanted to live my life with my own control. Apparently God had different plans because he allowed me to experience a severe motorcycle accident which nearly ended my life. Having gotten my attention, He made it clear in his own unique way that I needed to worship and glorify Him regardless of what other issues I had. Basically He told me that if Paul could live his life with a thorn in the flesh, I could too.
So there is where I am today, a gay guy who is struggling with the war between God and Satan, good and evil, and my homosexuality and God's perfection. Once I realized how long eternity really was, I came to the conclusion that I do not want to spend that time apart from God in that place we call Hell.
Say which you may, but Hell is not a party zone, in spite of what so many people say they expect it to be. On
minds.com I plan to share my thoughts more or less as they appear, and it is not my desire or intention to either put a guilt trip on anyone, or say that I'm better than anyone else. In fact, the only thing I disagree with Paul of Tarsus in the New Testament is that he said he was the greatest of sinners, but Paul never met me!
But Paul and I do have something in common and that is a thorn in our side that constantly reminds me that this life is merely boot camp for the next, as it did Paul. And I don't want to screw up boot camp. Too much is riding on it! Forever.