shoeboxofbees said: If you meet up with me I can make a fake mustache from the recent haircut I gave myself and we can troll your family. XD
Deal! XD
shoeboxofbees said: If you meet up with me I can make a fake mustache from the recent haircut I gave myself and we can troll your family. XD
Deal! XD
Take a bunch of pictures with cute boys and put them on Facebook.
And then watch my family panic.
Booyah. Brandon Ambrosino and Kimberly Knight are now members of my Gay Christian group!
That’s like 2 gay Christian celebrities! XD

Person: You can’t be gay and Christian!
Me: ……

*Disclaimer* Violence is never an option. Don’t try this at home kids.
Because then your parents will send you to ex-gay camps.
| — | Matt Miofsky (My pastor) |
It is likely that [views on homosexual practice] will continue to be a source of conflict within the church. We have a choice: We can divide, or we can commit to disagree with compassion, grace, and love, while continuing to seek to understand the concerns of the other. Given these options, schism or respectful co-existence, we choose the latter.
We commit to disagree with respect and love, we commit to love all persons and, above all, we pledge to seek God’s will. With regard to homosexuality, as with so many other issues, United Methodists adopt the attitude of John Wesley who once said, “Though we cannot think alike, may we not love alike? May we not be of one heart, though we are not of one opinion? Without all doubt, we may.”
| — | A Way Forward, Submitted to the United Methodist General Assembly by Adam Hamilton and Mike Slaughter |
| — |
NT Wright being NT Wright ohhhh yeahhh. |
Trying to deflect the anti-gay dogma coming at you from the conservative Church.
I had two friends within the past 24 hours tell me they had been raped. That on top of the devastation going on in the world around me has left me hurting and numb. I need time to grieve and rage.
When does Love triumph? When does Christ wipe away all our tears?
When will our fears be melted into awe? When will God answer prayers?
Is all our striving for naught?
This God he sent the flood.
To kill the race despised.
The children swept away.
I hear a mothers cry.
Mercy.
Lord, have mercy.
Mercy on me.
Every soul is searching for you.
Won’t you save us?
Grant us peace.
Kyrie Eleison
Kyrie Eleison
No I haven’t, it never crossed my mind to be honest. Are they really that funny? haha
I don’t think we appreciate just how beautiful it is to be gay.
We’ve not resigned ourselves to the stereotypical heterosexual paradigm of relationships so we’re well able to experience what it is to be both the lover and the beloved in ways that straight people don’t.
We’re at a special place to understand the beauty of adoption as exemplified in what our Father has done for us because it’s one of few options open to us to raise a family.
We’re outcasts, and in that we connect so much more deeply with the one who was despised and rejected of men! He’s so near to us and yet we hate what we are because of how so many of his people have drawn away, misunderstood, and dehumanized us. But give me the favor of Christ and the ire of all else any day! How can I spurn the beauty of the gift it is to be acquainted with the fellowship of his suffering??? I’m proud to be just what he made me and the day fast approaches when I’ll never hide it again
Sammy, you’re making me get all emotional and teary and angsty. And that’s not a good sign…
Metanoia: n. The act or process of changing one’s mind; penitence, repentance; spiritual conversion
When I hold him in my hands
I am metanoia.
Every Sunday, he is placed into my hands by a father
who is always excited to see his Son set into the hearts
of those that try to justify a difference between reality and truth.
But the Sun doesn’t just give way to the moon
because while it sets it is also rising.
Rising from the depths of those who I am told the
Church truly loves.
God! Please, remind me what Love is.
what that feeling is when I feel him in my mouth nestled gently on my tongue
Remind me who Love is.
Who this man I see in the dreams my eyes beg my mind to hold on too
Remind me where Love is
Where I see me and him in a church not tying a knot but confessing our truths to the alter at mass
When I walk into Mass, my heart shakes with fear.
Not of God but those around me.
I sit in the pew and look up on the Cross.
I remember that
No two crosses are the same.
Wood, black, metal, white, glass, brown,
different faces and textures but the shape is always the same.
I am told we each have our cross to bear.
And I think to myself is the Church my cross.
Holding me down with nails of Church teaching.
Piercing my side with a spear of “love”
The Gospel told me that when Jesus was stabbed with a spear in the side water, not blood, poured from his body.
Is that what it means to truly cry for those you love.
When your eyes are strong and hold back your tears, so tears come out in the holes of your hearts.Holes of your wrists. Holes of your side
Is this the meaning of sacrifice?
sacrificing one’s self for one’s self