Wednesday, January 29, 2014

The me I used to be, and the me I'll never be


There are people who think I react too quickly, argue too much, speak up too much, defend myself too much and too fast. Maybe they're right. It is something I have prayed about, to no avail.

 I wasn't always like that. I don't know when it changed, but it must have changed after Bible college at some point.

 I was always a shy and withdrawn kid. I never spoke up, never defended myself, never argued, never talked back. I was that way well into adulthood, then somewhere along the line, a switch got flipped or something, and I became the total opposite of that.

  Is there a happy medium? There doesn't seem to be for me. Should I go back to the me I used to be? Never speak up, never stand up for myself, never argue, just let people walk all over me? Maybe that's what God wants. He did talk a lot about that turning the other cheek stuff, after all.

  As lonely as I have been, I feel this urge to withdraw. I have even toyed with the idea of deleting my Facebook account. People get mad at what I say anyway, think I talk about this too much, or that too much. Maybe everyone would be happier with the old me.

  But I didn't like him. He was an easy target for bullies. And to be honest, there is still some of him in me. If there wasn't, I'd stand up to my parents. But I don't. I just march along and do what they want and expect of me. And I still don't like myself. I doubt I ever will, whether I be the guy who lets everyone abuse him and take advantage of him, or the guy people think is a hothead because I speak up and defend myself too much.

 I wish I could look in the mirror and like what I see. I still, to this day, have a hard time thinking of myself as man. I tend to refer to myself as a "guy", for the term "man" doesn't seem to fit me. I can't see myself as anything but worthless, and a failure. Whether I am the doormat, or hothead. I am a failure.

 I don't know....as I mentioned in my last blog post, I find myself wondering if I truly am a Christian. If I am not, it would explain why I get so angry so easily, although my anger is worse when I am really depressed, and I am really depressed. I even have my best friend upset with me. Maybe I do need to just shut up.

  There's more chains that hold me than sex and porn. Religion, parents, and how I see myself, but if I am a failure and worthless, how can I not see myself any differently?

  I'm close to turning 45, and I don't think life will be OK. I have failed. In about every way possible. At this point, I don't think I can be the man I should be, the man I want to be. I'm crippled emotionally, spiritually, and maybe even mentally. If God is in my heart, I wish He'd take me home.

Bad days


  I've had a few bad days, well pretty much all week so far. My depression seems to be getting worse again. It could be due to a couple of different things. People tend to get more depressed during winter, and I can attest to that. It has been so cold, plus I hate winter, cold, and snow so much, that I am most likely more depressed due to that. Also, I don't know if it is possible for the devil to cause a person to be more depressed, but if so, that is also a possibility.

  All week, I have struggled, wondering if I am really a Christian. If it really "took". I have been discouraged about work, church, life in general. It seems good so rarely triumphs anymore, am I naïve to think I can triumph? All that kept me from porn the last few days was the accountability software that I installed, and to be honest I am wondering if I should just uninstall it and quit trying.

 I feel like such a failure. Does God fix that? He will forgive sins, but if someone is a total failure, does He make them not a failure?

 I'm not sure I can do this thing called life, even with God in my heart. I've actually prayed a few times and told God it would be better off if He just took me while I have Him in my heart. Not sure I can march through the lonely days, months, and years ahead, unless there are some drastic changes..... and it would take more miracles than He would be willing to do for me to bring those changes about.

  Maybe it is mostly the depression talking. I don't know. I also don't know what to do about it. I tried meds. I saw a doctor. She wanted to know what might be causing my depression, so among other things, I mentioned the gay issues. She was a Christian, supposedly, and more than once tried to encourage me to go for it, that God was OK with it. She kept trying different pills on me, but nothing would work very long. After being prescribed one that was expensive that my mom used, I tried my mom's for a while...... and nothing. So I gave up on that. I even tried counseling, which was free due to my low income, but again.... the guy was pro-gay and thought I should just go with it. I did one session, and never went back.

  It doesn't appear I will ever find support and accountability here. I read books where guys talk about all the friends who chip in and are there for them, the people who love them and give them accountability, and I find myself wishing for that...... but I doubt I'll ever have it. I am still the same kid who was picked last for games, the kid no one wanted to be friends with. The guy who never had a job worth anything. The guy who is still unnoticed in a crowd, even when the crowd is my own family.

 I still feel like I don't belong anywhere. Maybe I don't.

 It just feels like everything has piled on this week. I'm even getting depressed about turning another year older, and that's a few months away.

 I just wish life was easier, that something would go really good for me.

Saturday, January 25, 2014

Finally Free: Fighting for Purity with the Power of Grace, recommended book

 
I was shopping on Amazon the other day and as it always does, it had suggested items that were based on what I had viewed and purchased. I clicked on it and since I was putting an order together from Amazon, decided to purchase it.

  I started reading it yesterday and finished it today, and I would say it is one of the best books I have read on getting free from pornography, possibly the best.

  The author, Heath Lambert, not only was addicted himself, but counsels people who are addicted to porn.

  He not only gives some great advice on how to break free from porn, he goes into some of the causes people have a hard time getting free. A lot of what he said was new thinking to me, but he made a lot of sense.

  For instance, he points out that we can focus so much on our battle with porn, that we don't pay any attention to the other sins in our life. That looking at porn comes from arrogance, and ingratitude - we want more than we have.

  I found the book very helpful and plan on looking over it more and thinking on what the author said.

Thursday, January 23, 2014

Covenant Eyes

   One of the guys in a Facebook group I am in for people that have same-sex attractions, challenged me this past week after I confessed to falling to porn again. He asked what I was going to do about it, and I replied with asking God to forgive me, and try not to do it again. He came back with, "no, I mean something concrete. Such as throwing away what you need to and putting a filter on your computer by Friday, then staying here (in the group) that you did it.



  I decided he was right, that I did need to do more. So I added Covenant Eyes to all of my devices, including cell phone, and put a few guys on to receive the reports. I am trying the accountability part - they will get reports of what I do on line, but no filter. I think that will be deterrent enough, but if not, I can add the filter later. We'll see how it goes. I definitely need to keep on my toes, and this is one way to do it.

Wednesday, January 22, 2014

Going it alone


In the 23 years that I have been active in gay porn and sex, and in trying to walk away from it, I have basically gone in alone. There were times my former pastor and current pastor tried to help and counsel, but to be honest, it wasn't extremely helpful. It was helpful to a degree, but neither knew beans about homosexuality, or how to counsel someone who was dealing with it. I don't know of either of them ever reading a book on homosexuality. Their approach was to counsel it like any other sin, and if you deal with SSA, you know it needs a different approach.

And I am thankful for the help they did give, but I needed more.

  Other than when I lived with my best friend, there really hasn't been any times in my life when I could sit down face to face and talk to someone who gets it, who knows enough about SSA and porn addictions to be of much help.

  For most of the last 23 years, no one knew when I would give up and go back to the sex and porn. I could be serving God one day, and give up the next day and be back at my sin, and no one knew. I had no accountability for most of those years, and when I did, it was sporadic. My pastor asking me occasionally by phone or in person how things were going.

  My best friend has been on a kick about me needing to get accountability, and since I don't know of anyone, no group, no person, he keeps accusing me of not being serious enough about serving God and getting away from the porn and sex. If I wasn't serious, I'd give up. I've felt like it this week. A lot.

  I believe if I am going to make it, I am going to have to go it alone. I have my best friend by phone, a friend I made through this blog who I keep in contact with by email, and a Facebook group for people dealing with SSA. But anyone here? I don't think that's going to happen, and besides..... isn't God supposed to be enough? Should we depend on people more than God?

  Yes, I'm lonely, but I have been most of my life. That's my life. I was lonely as a kid, I've been lonely for most of my adult life, and I'll be lonely when I am old. I may as well accept that. I have to go life alone, and I'm going to have to go beating this struggle alone.

  I do believe there are reasons I gave up so easily in the past, which are areas I am doing better in now:
1) I didn't believe God loved me and was just waiting for me to mess up so He could toss me out

2) When I did fall, I felt I had to get saved all over again and had to beg and convince God to take me back, and when He did, I felt He was holding my fall against me

3) Linked with #2, I never got the idea of grace. That it really was for me and covered my sins completely. I didn't have to do more to make God take me back

  I'll admit I don't have it all together yet, but I do believe God loves me and He totally forgives easily and without hesitation. I don't totally get His love, but maybe no one will on this earth. And by get, I mean understand, totally comprehend how much He loves me.



  There have been a few times since I got back to God last month, that I have fallen to porn. And I have felt like giving up. I have felt it this week, after falling this past week-end. Its been a bad week so far.

 But when I have fallen, I have managed to not beat myself up too bad, or not as badly as I did before, and there hasn't been the feeling that I had to beg God to forgive me. If I have to go it alone, things will be different this time. I get it that God loves me, and as I said, if I do fall, I don't have to give up because I dread the thoughts of a long drawn out affair of begging God to forgive me. That has been a major factor in my just giving up before. Not the only factor, but a major one.



  I tried Celebrate Recovery a while back. I liked it, but decided it just wasn't for me. The main part is cool where everyone is in the main sanctuary, but I was majorly disappointed in the small group. I went to the one for sexual addictions and sat around a table with 3 other guys. All three guys were leaders of the group and they took turns. I was the only one not a leader. They were all straight. I was the only one dealing with SSA.

  They introduced themselves to me and I gave a brief introduction. Then the one taking his turn at leading read some kind of statement. All 3 gave a short statement about of how they did that week, as did I, someone prayed, and that was it. I don't think it even took ten minutes. I felt weird, out of place, and found it way too casual and brief to be of any help to me, so I didn't go back, and doubt I will.


  I have been more depressed this week than the other times I fell. My mind has been on the other stuff in my life. My need to get my own place, but the fear it will never happen. My best friend, who has been in full lecture mode the last couple of days, says I don't trust God when I say what a failure I am. I disagree. No one - not even him - gets how much of a failure I am. I believe God loves me, but I don't believe my being a Christian cancels out my being a failure. I have no confidence in my ability to support myself, and as much as I detest being so dependent on my parents and wish I could break free of their hold, I am scared when they are no longer around that I will end up on the streets, not being able to make it on my own.

    God forgives, but He doesn't magically make you good at stuff and successful. It sounds morbid, but I have been thinking this week it would be better off if God just took me. I am scared of the future. My dreams are shattered. All I can see is a lonely life working jobs that don't pay enough for me to get by, and being totally alone as I get older. Heaven sounds better. A lot better.

  And as long as I don't fail at serving God, I guess that's what matters. That is something I have failed at all my life, and if I can quit failing at that, that is what God is concerned about.

  I may have to go it alone, but I feel I truly have God this time, and I have some support, just none here.

  And on a brighter note, my pastor wants to get together this week, today or tomorrow. I am hoping I can open up some to him and he will at least check up on me more often.

Wednesday, January 15, 2014

The Idol Behind Same-Sex Desires by Sam Alberrry

 
(original post here)

I don’t speak as an outsider when I say same-sex attraction is often tightly bound up with idolatry.
Contrary to heterosexual desires (a desire for what we are not, and cannot become), same-sex desires are cravings for what we want to see in ourselves, but lack. Often a powerful emotional over-dependency, and a profound need to be around someone to gain their approval and affirmation, arise in the heart as a result.

The allurement toward this idol is far more than sexual attraction alone. And it is hugely destructive. Among other things, it creates yearnings that cannot (or should not) be fulfilled, and terribly burdens friendships.

Bread and Life

In my own battle against the idolatrous impulses of same-sex attraction, these words of Jesus have grown very precious to me:
I am the bread of life. He who comes to me will never go hungry, and he who believes in me will never be thirsty. (John 6:35)
Bread is not my worry. Within a few hundred yards of my office, I can walk to three supermarkets and a dozen sandwich shops. I don’t wonder if I’ll be able to get my hands on bread. My challenge is options — deciding what kind of bread to buy.

If we can put aside our new year’s resolutions against processed carbs for a moment, in many parts of the world today, this is not the case; nor was it so in the time of Jesus. Bread was a staple; it was a life essential.

The Bread of Life

So we can see what Jesus is claiming here. He is no optional side dressing. He is the staple of life. He is what we need in order to truly live. Bread feeds our bodies, but Jesus feeds our souls. Without Christ we’re spiritually dead. He alone is our essential. He alone can truly satisfy: “I am the bread of life; whoever comes to me shall not hunger, and whoever believes in me shall never thirst” (John 6:35).

Whatever my feelings say, no single earthly friend can ever satisfy me at this level — no friend was intended to satisfy me at this level. Jesus alone is sufficient soul-bread.

As someone who battles with same-sex attraction, this truth is liberating. The more I live in the light of it, the more I know it to be true. For as long as I am tempted to find that ultimate satisfaction in anyone else, this verse is ballast to my heart and soul. I can test him on it, certain he will always prove himself true and every man a liar. Life is far, far better when Jesus is at the center, and far, far worse when anyone else is.

Eternal Joy

Jesus offers what no same-sex partnership ever will. The greatest gift Jesus gives us . . . is Jesus. He is not the means to some other, separate end. The bread of life is not something else, with Jesus being the one who dispenses it for us. He is the prize.

The focus for Christians with same-sex attraction is not primarily healing. I, for one, would love to be a husband to a wife and a father to a child. But there is a far greater longing — a more urgent priority — to know more of Christ.

A “win” for me is not that my attractions shift from same-sex attractions to opposite-sex attractions. For although such a change would be from unnatural desires to natural ones, the struggle with temptation would remain. The theater of battle would have moved, but the fighting would remain as fierce.

No, the “win” for me, and for everyone who struggles with same-sex desires, is a greater love for Christ, and to have a deeper knowledge of the all-sufficiency of his grace. There is a prize greater than heterosexuality — a greater Bread — in the holy One who is what we are not or cannot be, in whom is found our ultimate and eternal satisfaction.

Tuesday, January 14, 2014

A victory

  
Today was one of my days off, but I had four hours of training I had to go to for work. As I was getting ready for bed last night, I got hit pretty hard with temptation for porn, and I had this strong urge to go to the adult bookstore. I tried to shake it off, read my Bible and prayed, and went to bed.

 I woke up this morning feeling really discouraged, and still tempted. I had something that seems small happen that got me irritated and more discouraged, and was feeling like I was going to hit the adult bookstore on my way home, though I didn't want to fall again.

  I was feeling so discouraged, frustrated, and tempted, that I shot a friend of mine an email and told him I was really tempted to go to the adult bookstore later. I had two reasons for emailing him: I knew he'd pray, and I knew if I told him that, it would lessen my chances of doing it, since I told him.

  By the time I got to work, I was feeling some better. There were about 15 or so people there for the training, and just one other guy from my shift, my favorite co-worker, a kid about to turn 21. I found him extremely attractive when I first met him, but that has faded since I got to know him. It is a testimony to the fact that familiarity causes the attraction to go that I was able to physically touch him and never had an inappropriate thought. We were learning how to restrain patients and also how to get out of a person trying to hold us down, and we had to demonstrate on someone. He and I paired up, and like I said... nothing. I did jokingly tell my best friend that I got to put my arms around "Michael" and he around me, but I honestly didn't feel anything.



  When I left the training, the temptation to go to the adult bookstore hit, but not as hard as before. It helps that the place is out of my way a few miles. I just said no, and went home.

  It was a small victory, but it was a victory, and I am thankful for overcoming this temptation.

Saturday, January 11, 2014

The big L


The whole gay thing is a temptation and attraction to me for a variety of reasons, but I think the biggest reason is loneliness. I have probably give into porn and sex and gone back to it more out of that reason, than any other. And it will most likely be my biggest battle in overcoming porn and sex.

  I've been lonely for most of my life. I especially started feeling it in my teens. Maybe that's why I buried myself in books. Other guys hung out with boys their age. I hung out with books.

  Bible college helped a little. I got picked on some, but not as much as high school, and hung out some with other guys, but not many. I'd often feel lonely in a dorm full of guys, and it didn't help once I realized I was dealing with same-sex attractions.

  It got worse when I graduated from college. I had a few friends that were married couples who I'd hang out with some, but no guys that I did anything with. I even felt lonely at church. A part of me knows I need to reach out to people, but back then, I was still pretty shy. I'd stand around after church wishing someone would talk to me. It was very rare that anyone did...... and then I got a computer in 2000, got internet, and discovered gay chat rooms.

  I had already hooked up with a lot of guys for sex via adult bookstores and other means I found, but the gay chat rooms opened up a whole new world for me, and not just the sex. There were guys who wanted to chat. I quit hanging around after church, and would leave immediately to go home and get in the chat rooms. I became addicted to chat rooms. Not every chat session ended in meeting a guy for sex, but it often did.

  I have referred before to the cycles I'd go through. Try to serve God, only to give up and go back to the sex and porn, then get miserable and try God again. And loneliness was often the main factor.

  About the only time I wasn't constantly lonely, was when I moved away and shared an apartment with my best friend..... it was great. I wish it could happen again, but there are too many factors against it, and to be honest, two guys living together that have same-sex attractions would,  and probably did, look bad.



  I know we are supposed to take one day at a time, but I do find myself wondering about the future. Can I make it totally alone? Part of me believes if I threw myself completely into the gay lifestyle, it wouldn't be as much a factor, and maybe it wouldn't be. Not all of the sex was "slam bam, thank you ma'am". There were times the guy and I would talk and cuddle, and to be honest, that was about as enjoyable or more enjoyable than the sex. It was still a connection.

  There needs to be a way for me to get some kind of connection in a good and safe way, but I don't know how. It is rough being in your 40's..... there's not many single guys my age around, and according to my mom, all single guys - I assume she means of a certain age - are homos. Yeah, she said that. Made me feel really good.

  Maybe loneliness is just a cross I have to carry. My online contacts through Facebook help some, which is one reason I feel I shouldn't get rid of the internet. It is very easy for me to become isolated, too easy for me to become isolated. Even with Facebook, I can slip back into the sex and porn and no one knows, though since I have kept open and honest on here, I have a couple of friends who know.... but if I had no on line contact, I am afraid I'd just slip into total isolation. And that would not be good.

  I was home alone tonight for a few hours. It went OK, wasn't really tempted, but as I sat down to watch my free rental movie, I found myself wishing I had someone to watch it with, and did feel down a bit, but the movie helped pull me out of that, even though it wasn't a Christian movie....... maybe its the kid in me, but I love superhero movies, and that's what I watched.




  I don't know what the answer is. Maybe it is something I really need to pray about. It is true that we can be surrounded by people and still be lonely, but it would be nice if I had someone to hang out with occasionally, someone who could be a help and not a hindrance.

 A song that was recorded in 1990 or around then, was one I identified with a lot. Interestingly, the guy who wrote it and solos on it, is a guy who struggles with same-sex attractions.



Friday, January 10, 2014

What about gays needs to change? by Tim Wilkins

It has been awhile since I shared something someone else wrote, but I thought this was excellent. Written by Tim Wilkins on Cross Ministry's website, original post here.

Since Wilkins originally wrote this article, he does not believe “change” is the operative word for those with same-sex attractions; he believes the operative word is “freedom.”  When time allows, he will re-write this article.)

I am aware the question in this article's title presupposes a change of some sort is necessary. My presupposition is grounded in the authority of God's Word. Secondary to that—I am a Christian and a former homosexual.

Having now used that inadequate and puzzling term former homosexual, let me try to decipher the lingo and properly answer the question.

Moving the Fridge
A story will help. A man glances out his home window and sees his neighbor. The neighbor has his pick-up truck backed to his side door, both the storm and main doors are propped open and a refrigerator blocks the doorway. Obviously the fridge is being moved and help is needed, so the friendly onlooker rushes to help his red-faced neighbor.

"Need a hand with that refrigerator, Fred?" asks Steven as he throws himself into the task. "Sure do! This thing weighs more than I thought!"

Fred and Steven throw their muscular arms around the appliance. With sweat rolling down their faces, they grunt and strain as the fridge moves a quarter of an inch then stops. They reposition their arms. The fridge barely sways even though both men are winded. After wrestling with the stubborn refrigerator for a full ten minutes, Steven gasps "Fred, I don't believe we're ever going to get this thing in the house." "In the house!" exclaims Fred, "I trying to get it in the truck!"

The point is apparent-without a clear and focused understating of what direction the homosexual needs to go, he will progress no further than the refrigerator.

What Needs to Change?
An illustration will help. Imagine a very thin lady seated at a dinner table. She fidgets with her food, spoons it from one side of her plate to the other, eats little if anything, then excuses herself from the table.

"How can a visibly gaunt woman eat so little or not at all?" we ask. Our observation could lead us to two premises-either she dislikes food or she is not hungry. If we accept the first premise-that she dislikes food—our sympathetic approach might include a variety of recommendations.

We inquire about the type of food she does like—maybe fast food, Mexican or Chinese. If not perhaps the immaculate look of a seven-course meal appeals to her appetite. Perchance she prefers her food prepared a certain way-broiled versus fried, rare versus well done. If none of these recommendations help, she could have sitophobia-a fear of food.

Let's now assume the second premise—that she is not hungry. If this suspicion is true she may be suffering from a malfunctioning metabolism. We make a doctor's appointment for her. The physician suspects a thyroid condition and orders blood work. And it's possible she has hypogeusia-a diminished sense of taste.

But as persistent as we've been, all approaches make little difference in this lady's eating habits, or lack thereof. She eats very little and infrequently! Our methods have been genuine, compassionate, and justifiable. We have devoted considerable time in our quest to correct the dilemma, but to no avail.

The Puzzle Comes Together
However, if we learn this woman is anorexic, our approach changes dramatically and immediately. We realize our initial assumptions and strategies are ludicrous and laughable because they do not bear on the primary issue—a distorted self image.

When this self-starved lady looks in the mirror she sees an obese lady looking back and no amount of persuasion will convince her otherwise.

When this primary issue is addressed, her food intake as well as the frequency of her eating increases. But take note-her increased eating is a byproduct of confronting the main issue-a distorted self-image. And I use the term image not only from a clinical perspective but a biblical one. Genesis 1:26-27 reads,
“And God said, ‘Let us make man in our image, after our likeness’… So God created man in his own image, in the image of God created he him; male and female created he them.” (Emphasis added)

Now the Analogy
How does this illustration apply to the homosexual condition? Just as it is absurd for the anorexic's family and friends to focus on trying to make her eat, so it is absurd for churches to try and make the homosexual heterosexual.

Society in general and churches in particular mistakenly believe freedom from homosexuality is marrying, having 2.3 children and a dog in the back yard. A 2001 secular study on the possibility of change shows the depth of this ingrained 'doctrine'. Dr Robert Spitzer, a Columbia University professor interviewed men and women who said they used to be homosexual; I was one of many he questioned. As beneficial as his study was and as much as I appreciate the visibility it gave to change, his study measured heterosexual function of the former homosexual—again missing the real issue.
“But” you ask, "don't homosexuals need to become heterosexuals?" No! Scripture never states nor implies all people must be heterosexual; it does say explicitly, however, that we are to avoid all forms of sexual immorality, which includes homosexuality. With that in mind have we not at times given the impression that homosexuals must “convert” to heterosexuality? Jesus did not say "Go and make [heterosexuals]"; He said "go and make disciples."

“But” you ask, "isn't heterosexuality the opposite of homosexuality?" No! The opposite of homosexuality is holiness!

As I wrote earlier, the term former homosexual is inadequate if not inappropriate. We mistakenly think a person who has found freedom from same-sex attractions is now heterosexual. The former homosexual man or woman may now experience heterosexual feelings, but heterosexuality should never be his nor the churches' goal. Heterosexuality is in many cases, but not all, a byproduct of the homosexual's dealing with the primary issues-a distorted self-image and faulty thinking-both of which Satan uses to “gain control.”

The church will do well to remember that singleness is not a sin, immorality is.
What all this means is that most of churches' advice to the homosexual misses the mark entirely!

Advice Well-Meant, but Wrong
Telling an adult gay son "you just need to date more; you haven't met the right girl" is senseless. Suggesting your lesbian friend "marry, settle down and everything will work out" is imprudent. Many gay men and women have married, thinking marriage will “heal” them and in most cases the consequences have been disastrous.

Some, hopefully not Christians, suggest a gay man "find a woman who can make you a man." While I’ve never heard a Christian give such advice, I did have a twenty-seven year old gay man share the following with me. He said he was fifteen when his “Christian” father learned of his homosexual struggle. To 'help' his son the father bought him a subscription to Playboy magazine. That's equivalent to serving roast duck to the anorexic.

God does not heal one form of immorality with another form of immorality! How effective is a machine gun against a tidal wave?

"For our struggle is not against flesh and blood, but against the rulers, against the authorities, against the powers of this dark world and against the spiritual forces of evil in the heavenly realms" (Eph. 6:12).

One married struggler told me his well-meaning pastor recommended he have more sex with his wife. Although the Bible does command conjugal rights (I Cor. 7:3-4), the pastor's advice bypassed the real issue.

Another pastor prayed with an unusually handsome and struggling man, then told him "I've got a really nice girl in the church I want you to meet."

A Christian friend who knows my testimony, met my wife Lisa and said "I can see why you left homosexuality; your wife is beautiful." While he is correct that Lisa is beautiful his statement, like so many, represents a global ignorance on the subject. If attractive women were the remedy for male homosexuality, there would be no gay men.

Many gay men ask me how to cultivate a romantic/sexual attraction to women. I tell them that is not the issue; the issue is a distorted/broken image. (I have often thought how devious our adversary is. He not only confuses men and women regarding their sexual identity, he also confuses them and the church as to what healing really is, thus compounding the problem.)

By dealing with the primary issue, gay men begin to see themselves as masculine and lesbians begin to see themselves as feminine; the same-sex attractions diminish and in many cases opposite-sex attractions occur.

Not a Means to an End
During my own journey out of homosexuality I made a significant discovery—Jesus Christ is not a means to an end. He is the Alpha and the Omega, the First and the Last, the Beginning and the End. I did not go to Christ to get something else, namely heterosexuality. I went to Christ to get HIM!
When we learn this truth, we will witness prison doors falling off their hinges and chains disintegrating.
 

The parent trap


I am coming to realize how much the devil has used my parents. That sounds bad, as I am sure they don't intend to be used by the devil, but it is true.

  The movie Parent Trap is a cool movie. I watched the newer version when Lindsey Lohan was an innocent kid, and I liked it, but when you have your own personal parent trap, it isn't funny.

 My relationship with my parents is weird. They would do anything for my siblings and I, and in many ways we are a close family. In other ways, not so much.

  As is the case with many guys who deal with same-sex attractions, I never felt loved or accepted by my dad. I can still remember the night my mom told me he said I was too big for him to hug and kiss, and I was around 8 or 9 years of age. The only time he touched me since then, other than to discipline me, was to hug me at my high school graduation, and I still think he did it for appearance's sake.

  My parents were backslidden as far back as I can remember, but got back to God when I was 11. I had attended a Christian school and Sunday School, so the church thing and God wasn't a foreign idea to me, but it was something I had never truly understood. Shortly after their getting back to God, I went to the altar and asked God to save me. Looking back, I didn't have a clue what I was doing.

  My mom became notorious for asking me how I was doing spiritually and giving doomsday predictions of how I needed to be ready, etc. I got that all during my pre-teen and teenage years. I am pretty sure that is where it got ingrained in my thinking that my parents would only love me if I was where I should be spiritually, and that if I ever gave up on God, they would give up on me and not love or accept me...... the ironic thing is, I never felt loved and accepted anyway.

  What doesn't make sense, is as much as they wanted us kids to be Christians, I was never, and still am not comfortable, in testifying, going to the altar, putting my hand up during a song, etc. if they are in the service. It is weird, and I can't explain why, but even when I am doing well spiritually, I want to hide it from my parents as much as when I am doing badly spiritually........ a psychologist would probably have a field day with me.

  My parents found out about me being gay when I was around 28 years old. It wasn't pretty, and they were more concerned with who knew than being concerned with me. They, especially my mom, started monitoring everything I did and where I went like a hawk. It made me resent them, and I just got better at hiding my sexual activities, and to be honest, took a perverse satisfaction in doing it without them knowing.

  In 2006, I felt it was God's will for me to move 400 miles away and share an apartment with my best friend. I knew my parents would fight it, simply for the reason they want me close. So I wrote them a letter telling them what I was doing and they needed to let me do it since I'm an adult. It didn't go over well, and I felt a cold disapproval the couple of years I lived there. I felt bad they never visited, and found out later it was because they didn't want to make it look like they approved of me moving away. I was like "what the....? I was in my 30's for goodness sake, I didn't need their approval."



  Finally, I felt so guilty, plus I missed my nieces and nephews so much, that I moved back...... and in with them. I wish I never had. But I had no job, no money for my own place.

  Some days, I wonder if I did the right thing in moving back. Five plus years later, I am still living in their basement. These five years have been filled with major depression, times of unemployment, of being miles from God, 5 years of being back in the anonymous gay sex that hadn't been much of a temptation while living 400 miles away, 5 years of being more dependent and under my parents' thumbs than ever before. Throw bankruptcy into the mix, and it has been really bad.

 And as bad as it sounds, I have come to resent my parents all the more. I am sure it isn't easy on them, though had they been supportive and let me be an adult, I may not be stuck living with them while I try to get back on my feet enough to get my own place....... but it has made me regress in many ways. I feel like a failure, I don't feel like a man. I feel like a little kid still being told what to do by my parents.

  I may have said it before, but I fear my parents more than God. If God wanted me to do something they wouldn't approve of, i.e. move somewhere, I didn't know if I could, though I want to change that.

  I wish I could get to the point that I didn't care what they said or thought, but only what God thought and wanted, but it will take a lot to get there.

  One good thing, fear of them and their reactions has stopped me from diving headfirst into the gay lifestyle. Sure, I still had plenty of sex and went far into the gay stuff, but not as much as I could have if I had been "out and proud".

  But the bad part, is they have hindered me spiritually. I need to get past it, and I am not really holding it against him, but my relationship with my dad, and even with my mom, has affected how I view God. But they have also hindered me from feeling free to worship in church. Maybe I need to go to a different church than them, I don't know. And there are some things I would do that my church teaches against, but I don't want their disapproval and lectures..... I just wish they'd cut me free and let me be an adult, be the man God wants me to be, not what they want.

  I don't know what the answer is. I think one solution is some distance, maybe not as far as I moved before, but enough distance that I would attend a different church and not be in the same zip code or county. I don't think talking would help. I tried that with my letter 7 years ago, tried to explain how they wouldn't let me be an adult....... and it didn't work. It didn't help.

  If God opened a door and I knew it was His will to move elsewhere, I would do my best to do so. I can't live my life being held down by my parents, especially when it affects me spiritually, which it does.

  And I don't want to make  them sound evil. I am sure they do love me, though it seems they only love their idea of what I should be, and they would do anything for me...... anything but let me be free.

Thursday, January 9, 2014

The big pile up

 
I just realized as I started this blog post, that this is the third negative blog post in a row. When I started this blog, I resolved to be as open and honest as I can be, without ever getting graphic about my struggles...... so that means there will be negative posts. Hopefully, there will be a rash of positive ones from here on out.

  Last night, I disposed of what I had bought at the adult bookstore and went to bed, after praying and repenting.

  This morning, I woke up and it was like I was immediately hit with a pile of negative stuff. It was bad. Worries about the future, feelings of failure, feeling like there is no sense in trying to get free..... you name it, it hit me like a pile of bricks. I felt suicidal for the first time in ages.

  It was bad enough that I asked for prayer on a Facebook group that I am a member of that is geared for people breaking free from homosexuality/SSA. I had some people promise to pray, and it must have helped, for as the day went by, the negative crap dissipated. I did pray also, which helped some.

  Other than the devil attacking me, I can't think of anything else it would be. I was a bit discouraged about my fall to porn, but was trying to not let it get me down too much, so I don't think it was that.

  I got my car back, and it wasn't anything serious. It cost me $85, which is $85 I would rather not have spent that way, but I am thankful it wasn't something serious.

  I am ending the day with a renewed, though slightly battered, determination to stick with God. I don't want to go back, and it is time I stopped quitting when things get tough. I don't want to make so much of the difficulty, and of the mountains in my way that I discourage myself out of trying, yet I need to be realistic that it isn't going to be easy. That the mountains ARE big, and I will most likely stumble and fall more in the future, though I don't want to plan on it.

There's a song by a group I like that has come to mind, and is one I need to keep in mind in the coming days and months. The chorus says:

The mountain will tell you
That you can’t make it over
It will try to convince you
That it’s way too high
Though you feel defeated
Know that God keeps His promise
So you tell the mountain
Just how big your God is


  I don't want to oversimplify it, but it is time I quit making my problems and struggles bigger than God..... and I have done that. It may be easier said than done, but I am going to work on doing what the song says.


The mountain will tell you
That you can’t make it over
It will try to convince that it’s way too high
Though you feel defeated
Know that God keeps his promise
SO you tell the mountain
Just how big your God is
Read more at http://www.lyrics.com/tell-the-mountain-lyrics-the-collingsworth-family.html#A3TzitsEKcw8eR2X.99
The mountain will tell you
That you can’t make it over
It will try to convince that it’s way too high
Though you feel defeated
Know that God keeps his promise
SO you tell the mountain
Just how big your God is
Read more at http://www.lyrics.com/tell-the-mountain-lyrics-the-collingsworth-family.html#A3TzitsEKcw8eR2X.99
The mountain will tell you
That you can’t make it over
It will try to convince that it’s way too high
Though you feel defeated
Know that God keeps his promise
SO you tell the mountain
Just how big your God is
Read more at http://www.lyrics.com/tell-the-mountain-lyrics-the-collingsworth-family.html#A3TzitsEKcw8eR2X.99
The mountain will tell you
That you can’t make it over
It will try to convince that it’s way too high
Though you feel defeated
Know that God keeps his promise
SO you tell the mountain
Just how big your God is
Read more at http://www.lyrics.com/tell-the-mountain-lyrics-the-collingsworth-family.html#A3TzitsEKcw8eR2X.99
The mountain will tell you
That you can’t make it over
It will try to convince that it’s way too high
Though you feel defeated
Know that God keeps his promise
SO you tell the mountain
Just how big your God is
Read more at http://www.lyrics.com/tell-the-mountain-lyrics-the-collingsworth-family.html#A3TzitsEKcw8eR2X.99
The mountain will tell you
That you can’t make it over
It will try to convince that it’s way too high
Though you feel defeated
Know that God keeps his promise
SO you tell the mountain
Just how big your God is
Read more at http://www.lyrics.com/tell-the-mountain-lyrics-the-collingsworth-family.html#A3TzitsEKcw8eR2X.99

Wednesday, January 8, 2014

Rough times

 
Had a few rough days lately, due to my own fault. I went 16 days without giving into porn, then down I went.

  What's crazy, is I planned ahead. It was almost like I was on auto pilot. I didn't want to do it, yet I did.

  Friday at work, it was about all I could think about. I even stopped at an adult bookstore on my way home, one I need to go out of my way to get to, and bought something there for when I was going to get off to porn.

   I immediately felt horrible afterwards, but did it again Saturday. Repented, did it again Sunday. Repented. Did it again Monday, then Tuesday. By then, I was wishing I could find a guy to hook up with, and wondering if there was any use in trying.

  Yesterday, my car developed some problems, brought on by the cold weather, and the old ideas that I have been trying to get away from crept back. That God was getting even with me for falling to porn by making something go wrong with my car. I think I have managed to shake that thinking off, as that's the kind of thinking that has had my views of God so messed up for most of my life.

 Part of me still feels like giving up, yet I have made more progress spiritually in the last few months than I have in years, and I keep reminding myself that a fall does not have to be permanent. I need to get back up and keep on walking.

  I ran across a blog a while back that has been a great encouragement to me, and his post today was really helpful, and it was also a reminder that others have stumbled that deal with these issues also. I look at Matthew, the guy who writes the blog, and wish I was more like him and envy him for where he is, yet he admits in that blog post that there were times he fell to porn...... and that has encouraged me to keep going. I can't give up.

  I am trying to look at my fall in a positive light. It has reminded me I need to pray more, depend on God more, and it has helped me to take advantage of God's grace. I don't mean that in a bad way. In the past, I would continually beat myself over the head, feel I had to beg and convince God to forgive me, etc. I am not making light of my fall, but simply told God I was sorry and asked Him to forgive me.

  I doubt anyone ever truly grasps the idea of God's grace while here on earth, but I am better understanding it and what it means. And for that, I am thankful.

Wednesday, January 1, 2014

New Year's Eve blues

  
New Year's Eve is starting to become a depressing time for me. My parents used to invite people down, including my sister and her family who live closest, but  they haven't done that the last few years.

  Last year, my sister and her gang was invited to a party by other people from church. My other sister wasn't close enough to do anything with, so I stayed home with my parents. We played a few games, they went to bed early - around 10. I stayed up til midnight by myself.

  This year, my nieces are sick and didn't want to go to a party, so after eating some New Year's Eve snacks and playing a couple of games with my parents, I, at my sister's suggestion and to the thrill of my nieces, went up to spend some time with them around 7 pm. I felt a bit guilty about leaving my parents here alone, yet I didn't want to be here that bad.

  I enjoyed a few hours with my nieces, then headed home, getting here around 11:40. My parents had been in bed for a couple of hours, so the house was quiet. I just sat around for a bit til midnight, then decided a good idea to bring in the new year, would be by praying, so right at 12:00, I prayed about the new year and that I'd stay true to God in it, etc.

  Still feeling a bit out of sorts, I got on Facebook, and saw comments from different people saying what they had done, where they had been invited, etc..... and got pretty depressed. The devil reminded me that if I just went totally into the gay lifestyle, that I'd get invited places on New Year's Eve and wouldn't be ignored for being single, and more of that kind of stuff.

  I don't know if its all the devil, but it went further. I got to thinking of what life is going to be like. I'm lonely. Not just on New Year's Eve, though it seems worse at that time.

  It would be nice if I could make some new friends. It does seem like I have been deserted here, and maybe that will just be part of what I have to deal with as I strive to overcome my sexual struggles and live as a single and celibate guy, but I wish it were easier.

  It may not have been the best way to get out of my doldrums, but I found a movie that looked cool, Timeline, and started watching it. Due to its length, and the time I started watching it - after midnight - I fully intended to just watch part of it, but watched the whole thing, ending around 2:30 am. It was a good movie, though it was a bit sad because Paul Walker was the main character, and I kept thinking how sad it was that he was dead. Fortunately, and somewhat unusual for him, he remained fully clothed the whole movie, as he is one actor I have always found incredibly attractive, especially shirtless.



  By the time the movie ended, I was too tired to be depressed, and went straight to bed.

  I have now gone 2 weeks and a day without giving into porn or masturbation, but feel like I'm ready to crack. Ever feel like you were going to do something whether you wanted to or not? There is something I don't have in my possession, that if I had it, I'd be more prone to do porn and "m", and I am more tempted to buy this thing than to do porn, if that makes sense. The urge to buy it has been so strong, I am somewhat surprised I was able to make a trip to town yesterday and come back without it. Had the trip been after the New Year's Eve blues, I most likely would have given in.

  I don't want to give in. It is a good feeling to have gone this long, and a great feeling to be starting out a new year "sober", as it has been used for sexual purity.

 Maybe I need to go on vacation or something next New Year's Eve. Something needs to change.