My entire life I have felt fundamentally different from my friends and family. Within every friend group, family event, and school function, I knew I wasn’t like the rest. There was something odd, unusual, and perhaps even special about me. Having an accepting and affirming Christian family, I still felt like the odd one, the rainbow sheep, if you will. Unlike many LGBT people I know, I’ve kept a firm stance within my church. I have publicly professed that I am a bisexual Seventh-day Adventist Christian man. The public acknowledgement of my identities has shone a light on this rainbow sheep, making me a target for some and a friend to many.
I'm now one of many participants in a nationwide dialogue, pro-equality activists on one side and traditionalists on the other, both trading shots while never actually stepping into each other’s camp. We have taken the multifaceted and complex topic of sexuality and condensed it into one large gay debate. When I mention homosexuality to those within the traditionalist camp, the first things said are sin, sex, and marriage (not always in that order). I have LGBT and heterosexual friends outside of the church who find it odd that I don’t work on the Sabbath, my day of rest and worship, or that I pray before my meals. They call me “conservative.” Meanwhile, my church views me as an extreme liberal attempting to change its theology.