Eight months ago, I was thrown out of the closet.
It is not that no one knew I was gay. That is not true. Both my two best friends knew and loved me anyway. A number of people I had worked with and been in ministry with knew too. Some who I never told probably suspected. But I was still living in the closet.
And eight months ago, the door of that closet was torn off its hinges and I was thrown out of it… and the cost has been tremendous.
But while I regret almost everything that has transpired as a result of my sin* (*note: I say this a lot, but it needs to be said often for the sake of clarity… I don’t care what other people think, but before God I know two things — one, that being gay is not a sin; and two, as a closeted gay pastor, I committed a lot of sins. I hope you can see the distinction.) — I have no regrets about the decision I made a few weeks afterwards that I was done hiding, I was done pretending, I was done living in the closet. I have embraced a practice of transparency… and I have no regrets about that.
And here is what I know…
– There is great freedom in a life of transparency.
– Living honestly has made me more comfortable with who I am. I like myself more.
– I also care for myself more… diet, health, etc. I still have a long way to go, but now I am motivated and care more.
– I am more confident socially and relationally. Something that many people didn’t know about me is how relationally insecure I was… by God’s grace I was able to overcome it for the sake of ministry, but now I am becoming more and more secure in who I am and what God is doing in my life.
– My prayer life these days is far more natural and conversational than it has ever been.
– I am a better listener… have more compassion… and have a posture of grace towards others that comes more naturally.
– I have nothing to hide or be ashamed of… not the same as saying I have no sins or regrets… I do… but the need to hide or to cling to shame is gone.
– I am more emotionally healthy today than I have ever been.
I wish there had been another way to get here… and I believe there was… but among my regrets, pain and loss… I am glad that I am living outside the closet these days… and you couldn’t pay me enough to get back in it.

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