On Same Sex Attraction

My thoughts on same sex attraction.

I live in a biologically evolved, fallen world.  There are many biological factors, I cannot explain.  One factor is the parasitic wasp. This wasp injects its victims with a neurotoxin.  This toxin leaves the wasps victims immobilized.  The victim is alive but unable to act independently. The wasp lays its eggs in the victim where its offspring slowly consume the host leaving the vital organs intact. 

Why would a benevolent creator, engineer such a creature? 

Pregnant women emit a hormone that prepares men to be better fathers.  If more then one women share a household the dominate one will soon adjust reproductive cycles of the non-dominate women to match her reproductive cycle.

I have a biological factor that has left a thorn in my flesh.  I inherited it from my father and grandfather.  It lies in the Autism Spectrum. Its gift is that it gives me very high academic abilities.  I can hyper focus to learn subjects that interest me.  It is a curse because it leaves me socially color blind.  I walk in a room full of people and I am flooded with social clues. I find these clues difficult to process.  I have passed my parents on the road numerous times and not noticed of their presence.

Elementary school was a tough time for me.  I had not yet learned to process these feelings.  I can remember sitting in the playground not knowing how to interact with my classmates.  I often sat by self in a corner trying to figure out the rules of the games.  I was shunned by my classmates.  I spent my free time in the library reading dictionaries because they were easier to comprehend. 

Junior high was a much better experience.  I joined an orchestra.  The children accepted me.  The conductor began in a kind, loving and humorous manner to teach me how to process my feelings.  People smiled at me as I passed them in the hallway.  I learned to socialize.  I was no longer shunned. I felt loved and supported. 

 I have loving memories of my friendship. in Junior High. I have spent many years thoughtfully praying about this issue.  I am still coming to understand the biological effects of my own chromosomal errors. As my friends in Jr. High gave me the grace to grow; I offer this same grace to my family members with same sex attraction. I lead more effectively from a place of compassion; then I can drive from a place of shame. Christ leads from a place of compassion. The adversary drives from a place of shame.

• We shall not be compelled to consecrate their marriages in our temples or chapels.  
• May we support their marriages performed in the community by our civil magistrates?  
• Can we slide over and make room for them in the pews when then desire to come and worship with us? 
• Can we invite them and their children to attend our Primaries, Sunday Schools, Men’s and Women’s Meetings?  
• Can we bring in meals when their families are ill?
• Can we support good jobs for them in our communities and safe homes to shelter their families? 
• Would the God that we worship ask any less of us?

On a "Whiskey Lullaby"

Brad Paisley Alison Krauss

This song haunts me. I have a friend who started a similar story, but is choosing a different ending. I deeply admire his efforts to rebuild a relationship with the mother of his children.

"He put that bottle to his head and pulled the trigger .... While the angels sang a whiskey lullaby"

It takes courage to step away from the bottom of a bottle and to make a better choice.

Our Eternal Father would have us make this choice. Can we learn to love as he and is son do. To love deeply, strongly and Eternally. The example was set in Judea 2000 years ago.

They sought to redeem all of Gods children. They loved Pontius Pilot, Herod, and Saul of Tarsus as deeply as they loved Peter, James and John.

"She put him out like the burnin' end of a midnight cigarette

She broke his heart he spent his whole life tryin' to forget

We watched him drink his pain away a little at a time

But he never could get drunk enough to get her off his mind

Until the night

He put that bottle to his head and pulled the trigger

And finally drank away her memory

Life is short but this time it was bigger

Than the strength he had to get up off his knees

We found him with his face down in the pillow

With a note that said I'll love her till I die

And when we buried him beneath the willow

The angels sang a whiskey lullaby

The rumors flew but nobody knew how much she blamed herself

For years and years she tried to hide the whiskey on her breath

She finally drank her pain away a little at a time 

But she never could get drunk enough to get him off her mind

Until the night

She put that bottle to her head and pulled the trigger

And finally drank away his memory

Life is short but this time it was bigger

Than the strength she had to get up off her knees

We found her with her face down in the pillow

Clinging to his picture for dear life

We laid her next to him beneath the willow

While the angels sang a whiskey lullaby"

Bill Anderson

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