Searching for my Tribe – Growing up gay in a Cult

There I sat. Alone amid 250 other people, feeling as though all eyes were on me, especially Dr. Duke’s. It was Epistles of Paul class in the Science Lecture Hall. I have never felt such despair descend upon me like I had felt that day. There I sat, a gay boy in a theology lecture, being told, no admonished about the perverseness of homosexuality. Being read to, or at more precisely, from the Bible the words that would seal my fate. That “those” men, lovers of themselves, would never inherit the Kingdom of God. That I, on judgment day, would be cast into the Lake of Fire along with all the other sinners, that I would never be able to express my love and share my life in a way that had always felt natural to me.

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The AC Dating Game

Blast from the past…

I was a student at the Big Sandy Campus in the late 80’s and lately have spent considerable time reminiscing over some of my “dating” experiences. First of all, to say that what we were doing was “dating” is an absolute fallacy. I, along with many former classmates, feel that this unhealthy atmosphere has contributed greatly to the many divorces among AC grads. Following are just a few examples of “Dating Hell” at Ambassador College.

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