Posted on 04/06/2008 2:09:23 PM PDT by Pyro7480
As best as I can determine, my same-sex attraction began in reaction to my father, who was a violent alcoholic. He often drank, came home to throw things around the house and abuse my mother in addition to threatening me and my brother. I thought he hated us. Consequently, I didn’t want to be anything like him.
In my sorrow, I started looking for the love of my father in thearms of other men. At age 17, a predator took advantage of me under the teacher/pupil dynamic and I became completely mixed up about human sexuality. Over the years, one thing led to another until I moved in with a man more than 20 years my senior....
From 1990 to 1994, I went to Mass off and on. In 1995, I told my "partner" that I couldn’t go anymore because I was very angry with the Church. I boxed up all my crucifixes and Bibles and dropped them off at the office of the bishop of La Crosse, Wisconsin with a letter renouncing the Catholic faith.
To my surprise, Bishop Raymond Burke replied with a kind letter expressing his sadness. He wrote that he would respect my decision and notify the parish where I had been baptized. Ever so gently, Bishop Burke said that he would pray for me and look forward to the time when I would reconcile with the Church....
As someone who suffered in the state of mortal sin for many years, I assure you that there is no happiness outside of the moral order. The only authentic response to the challenge of same-sex attraction and sin is the truth in the Catechism of the Catholic Church.
(Excerpt) Read more at clmagazine.org ...
But not only do they smell nasty, they have brittle wood and narrow branch angles and split the trunk down the middle when they drop a branch. And then in response they set about a million suckers at the base of the trunk . . . . a seriously ugly tree once it has some age on it.
Better to invest in a Yoshino or Kwanzan cherry . . . not a lot of scent (what there is is nice but it's faint), but beautiful and a low maintenance tree. I like the crabapples (my parents had one at their old house) but if they're near a sidewalk or driveway the fruit is a nuisance squishing all over. But the birds love 'em! Mom used to help us make crabapple jelly from the fruit if we could get to them before the birds. Took pounds and pounds of sugar, but we had the satisfaction of eating toast with our very own jelly on it!
Thank you for the great article. I will pass it on to my son and daughter-in-law who are suffering their child’s decision to lead this unholy and unhappy life style.
A success story is just what they need!
God contine to bless Bishop Burke
I notice that our interlocutor never came back to explain how the Bible would have forgiven poor Mr. Hess’s sins. Cebu ...
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