A Stranger in My Mother’s Craft Room, a Christian Safe Space

An emotionally sensitive gay man on Joel Osteen

One Sunday morning, I overheard a pastor with a Texan accent. The strange voice came from my mother’s craft room. I heard him say, with a southern drawl, “God is the goodness of truth,” or something easy to digest like a bite size chocolate bar.

As his simple messages went on, I started to pace around the house. My mind tried to make sense of my emotions. My thoughts raced as I paced. My mother hates it when I pace because I…