I know that it would be extremely controversial, so a lot of authors would never touch it, but would I be able to get a book about my teenage experiences of trying to ''correct'' my homosexuality at a young age to line up with my faith published? below is a chunk of my book if you want to read it (but you don't have to)
and BTW this is in the middle of a random chapter
I decided that instead of ‘’glorifying’’ my secret by talking about and keeping record of it, I should destroy all evidence and break all ties with the only living person who knew: Ethan. In exchange for these acts of faithfulness, God would surely correct my sexuality within the week! Mistake number 1) I needed to find the balance between letting it take authority over me, and ignoring it completely. I went from one side of this spectrum to the other instantly, missing the healthy midpoint. I didn’t discover this until almost 2 full years later. 2) Keeping record of my feeling would have been an incredibly constructive way of sorting through my thoughts, if I only conducted myself properly: finding the problem and solution, and learning from past, and recorded, mistakes with a positive attitude, instead of simply rolling around in my state of dread and bumming myself out by reading past, depressing pages. 3) If by completing such actions, I expected God to return my proper heterosexuality in almost a trade-like manor, then they were not acts of faithfulness. They would be better compared to my share of a bargain. And finally 4) my sexuality surely would not be corrected within the week, no matter how much ‘’faith’’, so-called, I had. Completing this process takes different amounts of time for different people, but indisputably more then one week!
Even with all these faults in my logic, the Lord was still gracious enough to see the goodness of my heart. But the truth be told, my new plan did not involve any self-sacrifice at all, and the Lord did not fail to recognize that either.
I thought it was fitting to mark the day I renounced my homosexuality on a holiday, and as it played out, Halloween was just around the corner. I had 5 days left to reflect on my past life and future intentions, but the memory just seems like a dream to me, almost like the brief second after one would complete a large descent by smashing messily into a body of water, the pain and relief that it was almost over clouded my thoughts too much to record information. All I can remember were my plans to eliminate the final record of my sins: my journal.
Thanks guys!
yeah I know the chunk of my book seems random, but thats because no1 ever heard the before or after of the portion of a chapter. it was just showing you my writing style and what the books like
and BTW this is in the middle of a random chapter
I decided that instead of ‘’glorifying’’ my secret by talking about and keeping record of it, I should destroy all evidence and break all ties with the only living person who knew: Ethan. In exchange for these acts of faithfulness, God would surely correct my sexuality within the week! Mistake number 1) I needed to find the balance between letting it take authority over me, and ignoring it completely. I went from one side of this spectrum to the other instantly, missing the healthy midpoint. I didn’t discover this until almost 2 full years later. 2) Keeping record of my feeling would have been an incredibly constructive way of sorting through my thoughts, if I only conducted myself properly: finding the problem and solution, and learning from past, and recorded, mistakes with a positive attitude, instead of simply rolling around in my state of dread and bumming myself out by reading past, depressing pages. 3) If by completing such actions, I expected God to return my proper heterosexuality in almost a trade-like manor, then they were not acts of faithfulness. They would be better compared to my share of a bargain. And finally 4) my sexuality surely would not be corrected within the week, no matter how much ‘’faith’’, so-called, I had. Completing this process takes different amounts of time for different people, but indisputably more then one week!
Even with all these faults in my logic, the Lord was still gracious enough to see the goodness of my heart. But the truth be told, my new plan did not involve any self-sacrifice at all, and the Lord did not fail to recognize that either.
I thought it was fitting to mark the day I renounced my homosexuality on a holiday, and as it played out, Halloween was just around the corner. I had 5 days left to reflect on my past life and future intentions, but the memory just seems like a dream to me, almost like the brief second after one would complete a large descent by smashing messily into a body of water, the pain and relief that it was almost over clouded my thoughts too much to record information. All I can remember were my plans to eliminate the final record of my sins: my journal.
Thanks guys!
yeah I know the chunk of my book seems random, but thats because no1 ever heard the before or after of the portion of a chapter. it was just showing you my writing style and what the books like