I love the story of the prodigal son, the way his father ran towards him with open arms, ready to welcome him back after his years of wasted opportunity. No rebuke, no questions asked, just pure love and acceptance. And that’s exactly what God did for me four years ago, just before my 49th birthday. After years of rebellion and destructive behaviour, God welcomed me back into his family.
Here is a short teaser for one of the seminars taking place at the TFT National Conference, taking place from the 4th - 6th of October. This seminar will be looking at sharing everyday life with others and how we approach living in a house with others of the same-sex.
Jackie Hill Perry’s background as a poet and rapper is clearly reflected in the pages of her book Gay Girl, Good God, with her poetic and striking use of language to portray both her joy in God and the struggles and sorrow that she has experienced.
I’ve never needed much encouragement to read. But for a long time I felt nervous of touching anything that might have a hint of sexuality about it, because doing so might either expose my own struggles with my sexuality or increase the intensity of those feelings...
A transcript from a discussion all about the talks at our upcoming Pressing On Conferences.
Song of Songs is a rather mysterious book to have in our Bibles. Maybe it’s just that I am not very inspired by poetic images, but I think it’s giving a picture of a love relationship that expresses the thrill of intimacy with God.
Written by American mental-health counsellor and ordained minister Jay Stringer. The book explores the processes of how we begin to “understand our lust”, seeing our present-day sexual fantasies and behaviours as road maps that can help us to understand our unresolved experiences from the past.
About a year and a half after becoming a Christian, I remember crying in my church’s toilets while the Word of God was being proclaimed from the church hall. I can’t remember what was being said or even if it was something that dramatic. I only remember sitting there asking God why I had to have this pain. I was nearly screaming to Him asking Him where He was. It felt like someone had got a knife and made a slit all the way down my soul. I thought I was letting God down and He was letting me down.