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"Jesus Christ is a light to those who have lost their way."
Christmas services. She hated going to church, because their pastor always preached against gays. A light to those who have lost their way indeed. She was very lost, and there was no one she could tell about her dirty little secret. She was in love with her best friend, another girl.
But she couldn't tell her parents that. One of her male friends whose family went to church with hers told his parents, and they kicked him out of the house with nothing but the clothes on his back. They didn't seem to miss him.
But she couldn't take this any longer. Tonight. Merry Christmas, Mom, Dad.
They got home from the services and her parents went to bed. She walked into her room and sat down with a pen and paper. She began to write.
"Dear Mom and Dad,
I love you with all my heart and I can't imagine what it would be like to be without you. But I can't stay here and listen to you talk bad about gay people when I am one. I'm not going to be thrown out. I love you, and I hope you don't miss me too much, like Mark's family doesn't miss him.
Jesus must have hated me-"
She didn't sign her name. After all, by the time her parents were through reading the short note, her name wouldn't matter.
The next morning her mother went in to wake her up for school. She found every Christian relic that she had placed in her daughter's room decorated in blood, a large number of bloody razor blades piled on the floor. She dashed to her daughter's bed, and rolled her over. Not a drop of blood was left in the girl's body, and the note was stuck to her skin with a razor blade.
The mother and father of the child never went back to church, because if Jesus Christ couldn't help their child, he couldn't help them either.
Christmas services. She hated going to church, because their pastor always preached against gays. A light to those who have lost their way indeed. She was very lost, and there was no one she could tell about her dirty little secret. She was in love with her best friend, another girl.
But she couldn't tell her parents that. One of her male friends whose family went to church with hers told his parents, and they kicked him out of the house with nothing but the clothes on his back. They didn't seem to miss him.
But she couldn't take this any longer. Tonight. Merry Christmas, Mom, Dad.
They got home from the services and her parents went to bed. She walked into her room and sat down with a pen and paper. She began to write.
"Dear Mom and Dad,
I love you with all my heart and I can't imagine what it would be like to be without you. But I can't stay here and listen to you talk bad about gay people when I am one. I'm not going to be thrown out. I love you, and I hope you don't miss me too much, like Mark's family doesn't miss him.
Jesus must have hated me-"
She didn't sign her name. After all, by the time her parents were through reading the short note, her name wouldn't matter.
The next morning her mother went in to wake her up for school. She found every Christian relic that she had placed in her daughter's room decorated in blood, a large number of bloody razor blades piled on the floor. She dashed to her daughter's bed, and rolled her over. Not a drop of blood was left in the girl's body, and the note was stuck to her skin with a razor blade.
The mother and father of the child never went back to church, because if Jesus Christ couldn't help their child, he couldn't help them either.
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A short piece I wrote while thinking about how gay people are treated in the Christian church and the pain they must go through to hide it. Fortunately, I never had those kinds of parents.
Writing is mine.
Writing is mine.
© 2008 - 2024 Charexl-chan
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So hi. I'm one of the few, the proud, the out LGBT Christians. And although my parents are athiest, and I was raised as one, I converted to Christianity. I've always been bisexual. I've only been a Christian for five and a half years. And I've had a hard time convincing members of the LGBT community that I can be Chrisitan, and members of the Christian community that I can be saved. I don't believe it's a sin. I believe God made me the way I am for a purpose. His purpose.
But it has been Hell. I committed SI for years coming to terms with it...the pressure from my congregation was too much. It still is, nowthat I'm out. It's wrose. But somehow...I now know they're wrong. My life is worth living, and they have no right to tell me how to live my life.
Sorry for my tirade....but thank you for this. Life is horible for most LGBT Christians, for reasons that aren't even founded on anything believeable. Please, keep raising awareness. Because this happens.
But it has been Hell. I committed SI for years coming to terms with it...the pressure from my congregation was too much. It still is, nowthat I'm out. It's wrose. But somehow...I now know they're wrong. My life is worth living, and they have no right to tell me how to live my life.
Sorry for my tirade....but thank you for this. Life is horible for most LGBT Christians, for reasons that aren't even founded on anything believeable. Please, keep raising awareness. Because this happens.