By Glenn Halke
For most of my life I have felt gay. I was aware of my same sex attraction from since I was six years old. So much so, that I would run around the playground telling everyone that I was gay, even before I had a true idea of what sex was, let alone what homosexuality meant. My pronouncements certainly went over well in my Christian daycare and grade school. I will never forget that time my second-grade teacher pulled me aside while the rest of the kids went out for recess. She shared with me how Jesus is my Savior, and He did not make me gay. With love and gentleness, she explained that homosexual acts are a sin. Homosexuality is not His plan for my life (Roman 1:26-7). This interaction with my teacher was God planting a tiny seed that I would come to appreciate evermore as I navigated life into adulthood.
Most everyone’s first impression of me is of the more eccentric, effeminate type. My sexual orientation has been constantly questioned through high school and college. Even now in my workplace people have asked about my sexuality. I have come to expect it over the years. And for the longest time, I was very adamant, reassuring everyone around me of my straight status. I was only fooling myself. I suppressed the truth that I did feel gay. I did not want to affirm everyone’s suspicions.
Well, God shook my world in medical school. I met a guy who gave his testimony one Sunday morning at church. He talked about his
In a world that is constantly barraging us with the lie that homosexuality is genetically inherent and a perfectly acceptable alternative to conventional marriage between a man and a woman, I keep thinking back to His still small voice that reaffirms the contrary. It all started when Jesus spoke to me through my second-grade teacher more than two decades ago. Today, while I still have moments of feeling gay, God continues to heal my heart as I seek in all things to obey Him.
And he said to them all, if any man will come after me, let him deny himself, and take up his cross daily, and follow me (Luke 9:23).
"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 sexuality."
"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."