Running the Marathon

I’ve never been a distance runner.  I’ve always been a sprinter, and not a great one at that.  My body is not built to run, and so I’ve never really gotten into that sport.  I’m built for leverage, and for power.  Unfortunately, all of my training has been for short battles after which I could collapse and recuperate.  Wrestling takes a lot of conditioning, but certainly not the kind that I need for my current battle.

My therapist has commented that when one is running a marathon, and trips, one does not start at the beginning, but simply stands up, and continues to run.  This last weekend, I tripped.  I was then trampled by the other runners in the race.  I was left bloodied and broken on the pavement, wishing that I had never even registered for the race, much less shown up and started running.

Introduction

I’ve been wanting to write about my battle to overcome homosexuality for quite a while, but hadn’t come up with a good way to do it.  I didn’t want to write in any sort of forum where my name would be attached to my writing.  Even though I believe fully that the Lord will forgive me for the things I’ve done, I don’t have nearly that much faith in my fellow man.  I will be divulging some of the worst things I’ve done.  One could claim I’m airing out my dirty laundry in the most public forum there is.  Be that as it may, there is a good reason why I’m doing this.  Several, actually.  I’ve searched for information about those who have made the journey out of homosexuality, and frankly, I couldn’t really find them.  This is not to say that there are no cases where someone has indeed made the transition, but more that once one does, they seldom make it known that such a transition has taken place.  I would imagine that this is because to acknowledge the transition is to make public that it was needed, and as I said, the Lord is forgiving, not all members of His family are.