
š Perfect Love Casts Out Fear

āThere is no fear in love; but perfect love casteth out fear: because fear hath torment. He that feareth is not made perfect in love.ā
ā1 John 4:18
Coming out seems easier for young people today than it once did. There are rainbow flags in storefront windows, affirming churches in many cities, and public figures who live openly and proudly. And yetāeven in a world that appears more acceptingāfear still lingers.
For my generation, and certainly for those who came before us, fear was woven into nearly every part of coming out. You could lose your family. You could lose your job. You could lose your church. In some cases, you could lose your life. We learned to measure our words, to watch our gestures, to survive quietly.
For those of us whose formative years unfolded during the height of the AIDS epidemic, fear was relentless. In the small Alabama town where I grew up, being gay meant being presumed sick. It meant whispered conversations. It meant pity at best and condemnation at worst. My mother was a public health nurse, and nearly every gay man she encountered had AIDS. As a young man, it felt inevitableālike coming out was not just a social risk but a death sentence.
But perhaps the deepest fear of all was not illness or rejection by society. It was the fear of rejection by God.
Growing up in the buckle of the Bible Belt, in the Church of Christ, faith shaped everything. I was taught that anyone who was not a member of the Church of Christ was going to Hell. That was presented as certainty. As truth. As doctrine.
When my parents found out I was gay, my mother said through tears, āI donāt want you going to Hell!ā
She wasnāt trying to be cruel. She was afraid. Afraid for my soul. Afraid that something about me had placed me outside Godās grace.
But even before she said those words, something inside me already knew: I was not going to Hell for being gay.
By the time I was old enough to think more rationally, I had stopped believing that only one small group of Christians had a monopoly on heaven. I had come to understand God as bigger than our denominational lines. And at my core, I believed something simple and profound: I was a good person. I tried to love people. I tried to be kind. I tried to live with integrity. And good people do not go to Hell because of who they love.
More importantly, Scripture itself began to speak louder than fear.
As 1 John tells us plainly: āThere is no fear in love.ā Fear imagines punishment. Love promises belonging.
If God is loveāas 1 John 4:8 declaresāthen anything rooted in terror, shame, or condemnation cannot be the final word of God. Romans 8:1 assures us, āThere is therefore now no condemnation for those who are in Christ Jesus.ā No condemnation. Not an asterisk. Not a hidden clause. None.
John 3:16 tells us that God so loved the world that He gave His Son. The world includes every race, every culture, every orientation, every identity. Godās love was not rationed out to a narrow few. It was poured out for all.
Ephesians 2:8 reminds us, āFor by grace you have been saved through faith⦠it is the gift of God.ā Salvation is a gift, not a reward for heterosexuality. Grace is not revoked by honesty.
Psalm 27:1 asks, āThe Lord is my light and my salvationāwhom shall I fear?ā When God is our light, fear loses its authority. When God is our salvation, condemnation loses its grip.
This does not mean fear magically disappears. Many LGBTQ+ people still face rejection from families, congregations, and communities. Some churches speak the language of āloveā while practicing mere toleration. Others still preach outright exclusion. The wounds are real.
But those voices are not the measure of Godās heart.
Isaiah 41:10 says, āDo not fear, for I am with you; do not be dismayed, for I am your God.ā Notice what God promises: presence. Not abandonment. Not exile. Presence.
And perhaps the most comforting promise is found in Romans 8:38ā39: āFor I am convinced that neither death nor life⦠nor anything else in all creation, will be able to separate us from the love of God.ā Not family fear. Not church doctrine. Not sexuality. Nothing.
Coming outāwhether to others or to ourselvesāis often an act of courage. It is also, in many ways, an act of faith. It is choosing truth over secrecy, integrity over fear. It is trusting that the God who created us knows us fully and loves us completely.
And 1 John 4:18 does not say fear never existed. It says perfect love drives it out. The more deeply we root ourselves in Godās love, the less power fear has over us. Fear may knock, but love answers the door.
My mother feared for my soul. But I have come to rest in something stronger than fear: the unshakable love of God.
Perfect love casts out fear.
Not because the world is always safe.
Not because every church is affirming.
But because Godās love is deeper than our doctrines, wider than our denominations, and stronger than our shame.
And that love will never let you go. š
Moment of Zen: Sleeping In

I got up and fed Isabella at about 4:00 a.m. and then went back to sleep. I slept until after 6 a.m., which I rarely do, but itās nice to sleep in sometimes.









The Calm before the Storm

Iām so glad itās Friday ā and even more glad that Iām working from home today.
Itās not that this week has been terrible. The early part of it was a bit rough, but once I settled into a project and stayed busy, things evened out. Sometimes the best remedy for stress is simply having something meaningful to focus on.
That said, I have zero desire to go anywhere today. I woke up with a headache, which almost certainly means a storm is rolling in this evening. My migraines are usually more accurate than the local meteorologist when it comes to predicting the weather. If my head starts throbbing, you can safely assume precipitation is on the way.
Isabella has already been fed and is currently enjoying her very important post-breakfast nap. She takes that ritual very seriously. Since the house is quiet and I have the luxury of being home, I think I might follow her example and go back to sleep for a little while before officially starting my day.
Sometimes listening to your body is the most productive thing you can do.
I hope you all have a restful, peaceful weekend ā whether youāre braving the storm or staying cozy inside.
When the Words Wonāt Come

This week, Iāve struggled with what to write.
It doesnāt happen often, but every now and then, the words just⦠stall. Maybe itās a bit of stress at work. Maybe itās mental clutter. Maybe itās simply that there are seasons when nothing feels particularly profound or pressing enough to turn into a post. For someone who writes almost every day, that can feel unsettling.
Writerās block has a way of whispering, youāve run out of things to say. But I know that isnāt true. Life is still unfolding. Thoughts are still forming. Theyāre just quieter this week.
And maybe thatās okay.
Not every week has to be a carefully crafted reflection. Not every day needs a tidy moral or an eloquent conclusion. Sometimes weāre just tired. Sometimes weāre in between ideas. Sometimes we need to sit in the stillness and trust that creativity, like everything else, moves in cycles.
I suspect the words will come back soon. They always do.
In the meantime, Iāll leave you with something that never fails to bring a bit of peace into my lifeāa few Isabella Pics of the Week. Itās been a while since Iāve shared one, so here you go. š¾



Sometimes, when the words wonāt come, a quiet companion is more than enough.
More Than Just Getting Clean

Thereās something quietly powerful about a shower. Itās such an ordinary part of our routine that we rarely stop to think about how much it does for us beyond simple cleanliness. But the truth is, a shower can invigorate, restore, and even heal in ways we sometimes take for granted.

If youāre like me and usually step under the water first thing in the morning, it becomes a ritual of renewal. The warmth, the sound, and the sensation of water hitting your skin have a way of waking the body more gently than any alarm clock. Itās a moment to start fresh, to clear away the last traces of sleep, and to steel yourself for the day ahead. On mornings when you feel sluggish or unfocused, a shower can be just the pick-me-up you need to get moving.

But showers do more than energize. They can be deeply healing, too. When youāre fighting off a cold or just feeling run down, the steam can open your breathing and make you feel like youāre cleansing from the inside out. After a workout, the water soothes tired muscles and helps your body begin to recover. Even when I have a migraine, standing under a steady stream can take the edge off the pain and ease the tension in my neck and shoulders. Thereās a comfort in that simple act of letting the water run over you, as if itās carrying away the strain.

And then thereās the end-of-day shower. That one feels different. Itās slower, calmer. It washes away the stress, the frustration, the lingering weight of whatever the day has thrown at you. By the time you step out, your body is relaxed, your mind is quieter, and sleep comes more easily. Itās restorative in the truest sense.

Of course, thereās one other thing a shower is famously good for. When your mind wonāt stop wandering somewhere it probably shouldnāt, a brisk turn of the dial to cold has a way of bringing you right back to your senses. Itās amazing how quickly clarity can return when the water gets just a little bit icy.

A small word of advice, though: shower sex can sound hotāand sometimes it isābut it can also be risky. Water washes away lubrication, and many lubes arenāt suited for use in the shower, which can lead to discomfort or irritation. Add in slippery surfaces, tight spaces, and awkward footing, and itās easy to lose your balance or end up with a fall instead of a good time. Sometimes itās better to keep it simpleāwashing each otherās bodies and letting your hands roam can be hot and intimate enough all on its own.
Now, Iām off to take my shower. Have a great day, everyone!












