Sung
Our Father, Who art in heaven, Hallowed be thy name.
My name is John Joseph Frank Mothershead. 21 years old, I am the youngest of three children-the only boy. Born and raised in Pacific Grove, California I was and continue to be a regular member of St. Angeles Catholic Church.
Thy kingdom come, thy will be done, on earth as it is in heaven.
Every Sunday our family would make our way down the long aisle, Crystal always leading, pulling Heather along with her, until they reached the front pew, my mother chasing close behind them. And I would walk timidly behind my Luthran father, who was more Catholic than any of us, until we reached our seat. We would kneel as a family, together-each beginning our prayers. Mine however were different; I was different.
Give us this day our daily bread, and forgive us our trespasses, as we forgive those who trespass against us.
I was, AM gay. And I would ALWAYS take that opportunity to pray to God to change me. Well, I took EVERY opportunity to pray to God to change me. To make me NORMAL.
And lead us not into temptation,
Here’s the thing. I KNEW there was nothing wrong with being gay. I knew that God had made me this way, and that he had made me this way for a reason. GOD was NOT the problem. Society was, the church was, the people were, NOT GOD, NOT ME.
but deliver us from evil.
I wasn’t STRONG enough to be gay.
For the kindom, the power, and the glory are yours.
WHY COULDN’T YOU PICK SOMEONE ELSE!?
Now and forever!
Amen
My name is John Joseph Frank Mothershead. 21 years old, I am the youngest of three children-the only boy. Born and raised in Pacific Grove, California I was and continue to be a regular member of St. Angeles Catholic Church.
Thy kingdom come, thy will be done, on earth as it is in heaven.
Every Sunday our family would make our way down the long aisle, Crystal always leading, pulling Heather along with her, until they reached the front pew, my mother chasing close behind them. And I would walk timidly behind my Luthran father, who was more Catholic than any of us, until we reached our seat. We would kneel as a family, together-each beginning our prayers. Mine however were different; I was different.
Give us this day our daily bread, and forgive us our trespasses, as we forgive those who trespass against us.
I was, AM gay. And I would ALWAYS take that opportunity to pray to God to change me. Well, I took EVERY opportunity to pray to God to change me. To make me NORMAL.
And lead us not into temptation,
Here’s the thing. I KNEW there was nothing wrong with being gay. I knew that God had made me this way, and that he had made me this way for a reason. GOD was NOT the problem. Society was, the church was, the people were, NOT GOD, NOT ME.
but deliver us from evil.
I wasn’t STRONG enough to be gay.
For the kindom, the power, and the glory are yours.
WHY COULDN’T YOU PICK SOMEONE ELSE!?
Now and forever!
Amen