I was thinking today about how I was treated when identifying as both queer and a Christian.
I remember being sent videos of people preaching “in the name of Christ” basically calling queer people demons and freaks, disgusting etc.
My heart started to ache. I felt physically ill. I can’t even remember the last time I had an anxiety attack, but in that moment one was creeping up on me.
There’s a difference between leading someone to Christ and just trying to flat out shame and condemn them. The greatest gift from God is love. We can be telling the most accurate truth, and without love it will do no good to our neighbor. That’s a violation of the law right there in itself.
So are Christians keeping each other accountable of such a sin as hate, as much as they desire to point out the speck in other people’s eyes? I’ve honestly found so much kindness from people who do not know Christ, and the people who are suppose to be filled with The Holy Spirit, have been some of the worst.
I’m not going to hide that fact at all. I want to be real here.
The thing is, that hasn’t turned me away from Christ. He reached out and saved me from myself, I was digging such a deep grave for my dead self and He brought me to life. I was born sinful, in need to be born again by His Spirit, and He showed me that I could for good put my sinful self to death with Him on the cross and be raised to have eternal life because of the blood He shed.
He alone gave me faith. No nasty preaching about what an abomination I was, brought me to Him. It was the love from His servants. They gave me opportunities to serve and search for Him and He came to me, with open arms, forgiving me for my sins. I fell before Him and died.
I stand now, alive in Him. Repentant daily. I’m wretched and He is Holy. My righteousness is only in Him. My identity is in Him alone. My model for life is found in Him. I am a bride.











