By Mister Curie
I built my house upon the rock, my Lord, my Redeemer, Jesus Christ. Isn't that where the wise man metaphorically built his house? I trusted that my church leaders were speaking for God and that I was living my life in accordance with His Divine will. And when the storms come, and the rains come, the house on the rock stood still, right? It was the house on the sand that was washed away. Well, tell me what I did wrong. Because here's my house of faith now:
How do you rebuild after something like that? You tear it all down and start over from scratch. It was during that process that I was finally able to accept that I am gay. It was during that process that I found the church had created false bogeymen all around and that the world is a much more coherent and beautiful place without my former house of faith. But I don't know what to do now. The only blueprints I have for my life are those that came with my former faith. I feel a little lost not following those blueprints, but I know I don't want to rebuild that house.
