- Apr 17, 2005
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- Eastern Orthodox
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- Married
I can tell you simply by who I am and what I do.
I need Christ like the world needs Peace. I need Christ like how people desire painful honesty. I need Christ like how I need to cry, sometimes, and cannot stop it.
Until the day I die, I will always be crap. I will always be a sinner.
I was born with sexual desires I cannot control the way a homosexual is born a homosexual and the only difference is the way that I sin in my desires. A homosexual might desire sex with someone of the same gender. I desire sex with someone of the opposite gender and of course no thought of wedlock or purity enters the frame of my mind.
Without going into detail about my sins, my personal sins, I insure you that I have lived a life that is full of nearly daily defeats that dishearten me at every moment. But God is with me and He understands a struggle that is beyond my personal ability, and I do my best to quell it.
I can insure you that I have sinned more than many homosexuals and that it is I who need to beg for my mercy before Christ. For us to condemn homosexuality we can only present the Bible to the sinner and say what it says.
And it is that same Bible that condemns our own sins and is for what we repent.
And sometimes I am overcome. But I fight.
I fight on, until the Lonesome End. By myself I fight. Even in my relationships where I desire to be truest and most wholesome to the woman I want to be with, I still falter daily. My anguish, my failure, my shame, is a burden upon me where I am imperfect before her and it is something I cannot escape.
The wrath I sometimes feel. The way I conduct myself. All of my intentions. These are not perfect and they may never be.
My morality is an ideal that I cannot attain, like all Christians, but pray and hope that I will achieve it.
Until the day I die, I will always be sinful, perhaps, but what matters: I strive against the sin with my efforts and I have wept sorrowful, bitter tears for hours on end because of my struggle. And Christ knows my tears. And when I cry for my sins, Jesus knows it is because I want to be more.
But in the midst of this, there is a profound joy I try to feel every moment of every day just to be alive. Even when it is too cold or too hot outside or even when it is in repugnant company or painful burdens, I do my best. And even in my sorrowful tears I see a sense of beauty.
In the end of the film Journal Of A Country Priest, the man says his last words: "Tout est grace." All Is Grace.
And in my struggle, all is grace. All can become washed clean, in time.
And it is only by the grace that we are saved.
So, I ask you,
struggle against your own immorality and have hope to overcome it and knowledge that we Christians are sinners.
Before every single other human being, God looks to you as an individual. We are ourselves and accountable to only ourselves. We are asked to forgive sins that our sins are forgiven.
And so, before every single sinner you meet and before yourself, I consider myself the Sinner and the Immoral.
Until the day I die, I am the imperfection I must worry about and no one else's sins amount to my own.
If us Christians can view it that way we can maybe approach this forum with the righteousness God intended, and we can approach it with the humility deserving of a Christian.
Because, as a Christian, I know that until the day that I die, I will always be crap.
I need Christ like the world needs Peace. I need Christ like how people desire painful honesty. I need Christ like how I need to cry, sometimes, and cannot stop it.
Until the day I die, I will always be crap. I will always be a sinner.
I was born with sexual desires I cannot control the way a homosexual is born a homosexual and the only difference is the way that I sin in my desires. A homosexual might desire sex with someone of the same gender. I desire sex with someone of the opposite gender and of course no thought of wedlock or purity enters the frame of my mind.
Without going into detail about my sins, my personal sins, I insure you that I have lived a life that is full of nearly daily defeats that dishearten me at every moment. But God is with me and He understands a struggle that is beyond my personal ability, and I do my best to quell it.
I can insure you that I have sinned more than many homosexuals and that it is I who need to beg for my mercy before Christ. For us to condemn homosexuality we can only present the Bible to the sinner and say what it says.
And it is that same Bible that condemns our own sins and is for what we repent.
And sometimes I am overcome. But I fight.
I fight on, until the Lonesome End. By myself I fight. Even in my relationships where I desire to be truest and most wholesome to the woman I want to be with, I still falter daily. My anguish, my failure, my shame, is a burden upon me where I am imperfect before her and it is something I cannot escape.
The wrath I sometimes feel. The way I conduct myself. All of my intentions. These are not perfect and they may never be.
My morality is an ideal that I cannot attain, like all Christians, but pray and hope that I will achieve it.
Until the day I die, I will always be sinful, perhaps, but what matters: I strive against the sin with my efforts and I have wept sorrowful, bitter tears for hours on end because of my struggle. And Christ knows my tears. And when I cry for my sins, Jesus knows it is because I want to be more.
But in the midst of this, there is a profound joy I try to feel every moment of every day just to be alive. Even when it is too cold or too hot outside or even when it is in repugnant company or painful burdens, I do my best. And even in my sorrowful tears I see a sense of beauty.
In the end of the film Journal Of A Country Priest, the man says his last words: "Tout est grace." All Is Grace.
And in my struggle, all is grace. All can become washed clean, in time.
And it is only by the grace that we are saved.
So, I ask you,
struggle against your own immorality and have hope to overcome it and knowledge that we Christians are sinners.
Before every single other human being, God looks to you as an individual. We are ourselves and accountable to only ourselves. We are asked to forgive sins that our sins are forgiven.
And so, before every single sinner you meet and before yourself, I consider myself the Sinner and the Immoral.
Until the day I die, I am the imperfection I must worry about and no one else's sins amount to my own.
If us Christians can view it that way we can maybe approach this forum with the righteousness God intended, and we can approach it with the humility deserving of a Christian.
Because, as a Christian, I know that until the day that I die, I will always be crap.