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I don’t identify myself as a fully devoted Christian. I admit I have never read the Bible. I lack the necessary patience. I lack the wisdom of understanding it, and the wisdom of following its teachings. Maybe I was never keen enough to gain this wisdom.
I don’t believe in church. I don’t believe in priests. I only believe in God.
Not in the fierce God from
the Bible. Not in the God priests are talking about. My God is not everybody’s
God. He is not the same for all of us. He cannot be like that.
I pray to my God every evening.
He gave me back my strength when people took it away. He helped me to stand
up and learn to fight for myself. When nobody could comfort me, He took
my hand and showed me the light. He taught me to smile again. He wiped
my tears and gave me the courage to move forward.
My God makes no differences.
MY GOD LISTENED TO A LESBIAN’S
PRAYER. My God cannot be the One the others are talking about, simply because
that God condemns homosexuals. That God abandoned them. And they are not
his children anymore; they are nothing more than ordinary sinners.
Are there two Gods? One
for them and one for us? Are there yet other Gods? One for each minority?
Is there a God who is more tolerant than the others? A God who accepts
us as we are, without judging us because of our sexual orientation, skin
colour, ethnicity?
God cannot be but one. The
same for all of us, either homosexuals or heterosexuals. People are those
who differentiate among people. God (mine, yours, everybody’s) accepts
me and accepts us. Otherwise we wouldn’t have been born at all!
God wanted me to be a lesbian.
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