Oh, I didn’t look lonely. Active in a small group, a leader in Vacation Bible School and the youth group, I never missed a church service. And Bob and I were always hosting church parties in my home complete with a legendary baked bean and coleslaw food fight that some poor woman is still probably cleaning out of the corners of that old kitchen. My life looked fun. But I was sad, and my body could not contain it anymore. Research reveals a startling negative impact of loneliness on physical health. Chronic sinus infections, migraines, and stomache problems led me to a breaking point: I found myself in a doctor’s office with a prescription for anti-depressants in hand.
That was fifteen years ago. I found my way out, and it wasn’t those pills. (Though I am thankful I had them for a short season.) Today I fellowship in a circle of authentic friendship that’s difficult to describe, but when I have someone visit they always say something like, “I really crave what you have here” or “I’ve never been in a group of authentic fellowship like this ever.” There is hope for a life of authentic intimacy and friendship in the body of Christ. Let me show you the way out.
What would you do? The child you know and love—and was raised as a boy before you met and the adoption was official—wants to be raised as a girl. The catch: doctor’s cannot really say for certain if this child is a girl or a boy. This child has a medical condition known as intersex.
About 1 in 2,000 babies are born with conflicting physical sexual organs in which a sex development specialist is brought in to consult. In many cases, closer examination and blood tests reveal that they are biologically male or female. But for some, no clear biological sex is evident. Such was the case of “Laurie,” whose adoptive Christian parents were seeking answers when they came knocking on my door. What her mom told me about the Christian community’s response broke my heart.
A Guest Post by Alyssa Spang, Grace Prep Faculty
I’ve no recollection of the first moment when I decided that God wasn’t to be trusted, but I still have numerous memories of doubt scattered throughout my life.
I wish I could remember the first time that I doubted God because then I could remember the implied opposite: a time when I trusted him fully. Sadly, the language of doubt comes much more naturally to me than joyous trust in God’s character.
There are so many hazy pieces of theology scattered throughout Christianity. What did the creation of the world look like? How is Jesus fully God and fully man? Why does God allow evil to happen?
Neither of us have struggled through gender disphoria, but I remember what bondage to sexual unwholeness feels like. I do remember the pain. Hiding. Dying emotionally day by day. Wanting to be truly known.
Maybe that’s why I identify with the loneliness Bruce Jenner spoke about in his ABC interview with Diane Sawyer a few weeks ago. And why I want so badly for him to be set free from his prison. But is this the way out?
“I feel like I am giving God the finger,” a young mother wrote to me recently. Her struggle was birth control. She was using it, and had a sense in her spirit that she was telling God she didn’t trust him and that He was not in control of her life.
She’s not alone.
Many Christian young women begin considering birth control as early as their college years, not because they are sexually active but because the evangelical world is re-thinking its opinion of The Pill. Did the Catholics have this birth control thing right?