At church we smile. We try to look normal. People don’t see who we really are, and we don’t always want them to. Superficiality is our default.
All of us know better. None of us have lives that match our Sunday best. We have histories. We have brokenness. We have struggles.
Wouldn’t it be great if we could be honest with one another? Maybe we wouldn’t feel such a disconnection from one another if we were open. Perhaps if we told people who we really are it wouldn’t be that bad. Others could relate. We could help each other. Forgive each other. Pray for each other.
These are some of our stories. We hope it will help break down barriers and foster a spirit of acceptance and unity in our midst. We also hope you see the power of God at work in each of the lives represented here. God is not just the God of church people. He is the God of the hurting and broken as well.
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"My wife had been growing increasingly distant.
One day she looked at me and said,
'I still love you, but I m not in love with you.'"
"...after a few days it was clear she wanted to end it.
I collected the pieces of my shattered heart
and was on the next bus home."
"To make a long story short,
three-and-a-half years later, we were married.
Well, it didn't take long for our marriage to become a mess."
In the end, this led to even more broken relationships and emotional scars.
By my high school graduation, I was a battered mess.
"'We haven't been able to revive her; you need to pray,'
was the first medical report I heard after about ten minutes of anxious waiting."
"My sexual orientation
has been constantly questioned through high school and college.
Even now in my work place people have asked about my orientation."
"God needed me at Newsbox, Etc. at 1717 Dryden Street
to pray and talk to those two ladies...God's timing is perfect."
"It all happened so quickly.
In a matter of seconds the men had dashed up from behind,
put me in a choke hold, and shoved me to the ground."