February 18, 2008
February 14, 1979
Doesn’t “coming out” often endanger those around us? If nothing more than damaging the vision they have of us that we’d rather not damage? The danger? The havoc one can wreak on another when revealing the deepest inside us. This is something I’m working through. (I’m watching for a piece of fiction to reveal itself to me long enough for me to get it on paper.) The impetus for my question? Our pastor last Sunday, posed the question, albeit phrased a little differently. “When were you born again?” Now I was “born again,” first when I was 13 years old in a revival meeting, succumbing to peer pressure to be as those around me. Pastor Scott spoke of when he was younger, when folks would ask him, “Are you born again?” His reply? “Yes.” He said inevitably the next question was, “When?” He had no answer. After several times being questioned with lack of answer, he decided he would answer, “February 14, 1979.” With that answer, most times, no further questions came. Later in his message, he shared that the date didn’t necessarily mark the moment of his salvation, but it marked the first time he kissed another man. He knew forever after he’d been born again.
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