I am a gay, pioneer veteran that respects my Mormon beliefs but I take it from the pure love of Christ, not from what someone says from a pulpit. It is our actions that state who we are, not our words.
Neither of us will ever again be able to look through a homeless person as if he or she were invisible; we will never see a person curled up in a doorway late at night or early in the morning and not have a flashback to the night that that was us.
As I related to him my entire story, my bishop was dumfounded. He couldn’t believe what he was hearing, nor could he believe that the person who sat before him was homosexual. I fit none of his stereotypes or preconceptions.