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"You should be able to tell us proudly how, as a Christian, you exhibit a better life than non-Christians, as a testament to your faith."
Ok...actually I can give you my testimony. But a much more summarized version.
I joined the Navy at 17 after dropping out of high school.
I was kicked out of Navy in 1975.
While I was in the Navy, my dad divorced my mom and remarried a woman with two young boys. I was a supreme disappointment to my dad. His new sons were perfect for him. His new wife's family wanted me to stay away because I'd been kicked out of the Navy.
I never saw my dad again in my 20s. He never met my wife or his grandchildren.
Actually, to be honest, I was the one who kept everyone apart .
He had never really been a father to me. As a child he mostly ignored me. I was an only child. Dad was in the Army and we moved every couple of years or so, four times in the middle of a school year.
Enough of that.
The point is, by the time I got out of the Navy, I felt pretty much rejected by my parents and the military.
I ended up in a very big city without a penny to my name.
A guy I had met offered to buy me a meal at a restaurant. We were sitting there talking and I was telling him I had nowhere to go and didn't know what I was going to do.
A church pastor overheard me.
He walked over to me, a complete stranger, and offered me a room in his home with him and his partner.
He was a pastor with MCC.
There was no ulterior motive. They helped me get a job at the bathhouse I've talked about before. Another friend later helped me get enrolled in college after I got my GED.
The gay life wasn't for me.
I liked men, but the life I saw around me seemed to revolve around everybody sleeping around. The gay men I knew cheated on their partners. I met lots of people. I was unusually tall and good looking. I had "friends."
But I was still lonely.
Then I met a guy from another state. Talked over the phone. Exchanged photos. He got a trailer, drove to where I was, loaded up my stuff and moved me to where I live now.
That turned out to be another blessing.
He was gay too. He eventually became a Mormon and moved to Utah. We've stayed in touch all these years, although we've never seen each other again.
I started college at my new residence (big city to smaller city) location and got a part-time job.
That's where I met my wife.
We became fast friends. We even went to gay bars together.
It was about a year before we slept together.
My first time with a girl.
WOW.
But she still wasn't a guy.
We got married.
After I got married, I stopped messing around with men and haven't since.
Yeah...I still miss it sometimes.
What can you do?
You appreciate what you have and go on.
My wife was a Christian. She had attended church as a child with her parents.
When she was eight months pregnant with our first child, she and I were crossing a busy street.
I had just about reached the curb on the other side when I heard a car screech.
I looked to my left and briefly saw a headlight fly past behind me. Then I saw my wife twirling through the air and landing on the other side of two lanes of traffic.
Sure would have been nice if God had made us walk a little faster.
Or if my wife had kept up with me.
But she was eight months pregnant and ready to deliver.
That's life.
We came through it, and actually we became even closer. I knew how much I loved her.
Tragedy can bring people closer together. The baby was fine.
(part 1)