When I was younger, before I was a Christian, there was no problem a good bottle couldn’t fix. It almost always made me feel better. And if it didn’t, I’d eventually pass out and feel better about everything in the morning. I recall one particularly rough night when I drank an entire bottle of whiskey on my own. The next day, I felt great. Since becoming Christian, I don’t drink even remotely like I used to and I don’t need it to solve my problems.
So, when you’ve discovered the greatest thing in the world, how do you help someone who in reality probably understands far better than you ever will? What about when that great thing is of no help to them? I honestly don’t know what your supposed to say, if anything. I suppose the only thing to say is that scripture never promises to fix our problems. The fact that I no longer drink a thirty pack of beer a day could be the result of God’s hand or it could be sheer dumb luck, an outcome of the choices I’ve made. In some respect, a lot of our life comes down to the choices we make.
In a previous post, I pointed out how things that can be used for sin are not necessarily sinful in and of themselves. Not to say that one who goes through gender reassignment isn’t sinning, but for a hypothetical moment, let’s just say it’s not a sin. How one uses that gender reassignment could make much a sin. I’m not going to go into the ways a gender swap can be used for sin. I’ll let your imagination figure that out. And I’d like to point out for the record that I am NOT saying that Greg would use a gender swap for evil (such as beating up women), I’m just making a point of something that should be considered as it brings a whole new level of required awareness to the table.
I honestly don’t know where I’m going with this right now. I just felt I had to say something and now that I’ve said it, I honestly don’t know where to take it. But here is what Greg has to say…
I am a real person. I cry real tears. I feel real pain. I experience real joy. I express and receive real love.
For all of the joy I experienced after changing my picture and profile yesterday, I experienced an equal measure of hurt. I received new friends; I lost old friends. I received very serious private messages of concern, and messages in which my intentions, by publicly writing, were called a veiled plan to cover the transition of which I was already certain.
I never wanted this time to come. I fought so hard to remain a male. For as peaceful as I feel about my brain and body finally coming into harmony, and the joy I experience living as a female, the good parts never last for long because the next hard thing appears, issues with family and friends and church and on and on.
I constantly return…
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