The Smucker's Path: Putting Down the Sandwich and Doing Something

Throughout my hiatus, I found myself reading the work of others while feeling thankful that I wasn't the person writing it. After reading an article about someone's misfortune in a church or a Christian's angry ranting, I would often lament to my husband how I just wanted to be normal; I didn't want to worry about "...any of this drama." I would read the harsh words of a negative critic and become apathetic or worse, cynical. I just want it to change, but I'm not sure I want to be the one to help change it.

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Grieving For My Gay Son

November 2009, just after Thanksgiving, my son, Austin, confided in me and his father that he was struggling with attraction to men. Austin was 1,400 miles away at college and my first inclination was to buy a one-way ticket for him back home so we could "fix" this issue in person. So began a journey that I never imagined we'd face. "Not our son," I thought, he was a Christian, serving in ministry since junior high, he had girls he was interested in and we were good—not perfect—parents.

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