by Andrew Franklin

From my earliest memories, I can recall a sense of feeling different from my brother, dad, and male friends. While the other men in my life got excited about sports or active play, I found myself much more adept and interested in artistic endeavors like singing and dancing. My dad had survived a very difficult upbringing that left him all but crippled emotionally, especially with a young boy as expressive as I was. I knew my dad loved me; but I never quite felt known by him. In response, I took up a stance of enmity and a hyper-critical spirit toward him. Although I could quote the command “Honor your father and mother, so that it may go well with you…”, I held onto dishonor in my heart. This dishonor led me to a deep brokenness in my views on masculinity, and my beliefs about myself as a man.

by Joseph Thiessen

I have never considered myself a gay man as this title seems to be for the more political person who lives with his same-sex sexual orientation out in the open for all to see. In contrast, homosexuality was never a lifestyle wherein I immersed myself with like-minded people for any length of time, nor was I ever given to sex with anyone. Rather, it has been a lifestyle of fantasy, pornography addiction, masturbation, withdrawal and introspection.

by Stephen Black

"God created us this way," the gay priest told me, "and He loves us just the way we are."

by Chris Morrison

“Teach me how to be a man.” This has been the cry of my heart, the desire of my life since my memories began. My journey has been one out of homosexuality, a life of devouring men in fraudulent hopes of someday becoming one. John 10:10 says, “The thief comes only to kill and steal and destroy; I came that they may have life, and have it abundantly.” My path has led to a life of abundance and freedom, promises my Savior has made to counter the enemy’s deceitful ploys.

by Jim Venice


I was born and raised in the St. Louis metropolitan area. Both of my parents were just 16 and newly married when I was born. Like many teens, they married to escape the turmoil of their sin-filled homes, thinking that things would be better on their own. Their relationship was doomed from the beginning, being so young and both without even a high school education. My father turned to alcohol to deal with the pressures of life. After all, that's how he had seen his parents cope.

by Mike Babb

I was married yet deeply in love with another man. Guilt and fear raged inside. What if my wife discovered this secret?

Freedom From Homosexuality and the Gay "Christian" Deception
by Chuck McConkey


I'm a new creation; I'm a brand new man. If you were to ask me who I was in the Fall of 1977, I would have told you "I am a husband, I am a factory representative, I am the owner of a collector's car..." Just 6 months later in the spring of 1978; if you would have asked me who I was, I would have told you, "I am divorced, I am changing jobs, I am dealing with my dad's death, I am struggling with my sexuality, I am a failure!"

by Willis Ward


I never felt I could share my testimony because I felt too hypocritical. If people knew what I was, and what I had done, then they would reject me. I couldn't deal with rejection. I was an expert at reading people, figuring out what they wanted to see, and meeting their expectations. I held to a strategic plan to protect an image I had set up: "ME".

by Dennis & Melinda Jernigan

Prelude
For many years and generations, our society has been losing a most valuable ingredient. Why do we see so many perversions done to be accepted as "normal" and "natural?" I personally believe that men don't know how to be men and fathers don't know how to be fathers to their children. I believe women long to be women but men have run away from their responsibilities leaving the women to be both mother and father. This will never work. A child, whether a son or a daughter, gains his identity from his or her father. If the father is not there, either physically or emotionally, how can he instill any worth or identity upon the child? Our only hope is in learning how much our heavenly Father desires a close and intimate relationship with His children and becoming the children He says we are.

by Sy Rogers

Imagine - me married! A day of rejoicing and celebration, of sharing love between family and friends. At my side was my wife, the woman I loved. But special as it was, our wedding held a much deeper significance.

There was a time when I would never have believed such fulfillment was possible for me. Only three years earlier, I was lost in pursuit of my identity, desperately seeking love and acceptance. I was transsexual - or at least that's what my psychiatrist called it. Although physically a man, I felt “trapped” in the wrong body. I was obsessed with the desire to change my outward gender and conform my body to what I believed I really was - both mentally and emotionally. I convinced myself, and worked hard to convince others, that sex-change surgery was necessary for me if I was ever to lead a fulfilled life.

by David Kyle Foster

My story is just one of millions, but I like to tell it. I remember one night, after 15 years of giving my testimony, thinking that I was tired of talking about myself - that I should stop giving it and just teach. Immediately, the Holy Spirit took me to Revelation 12:11 where it says that the brethren overcame Satan by the blood of the Lamb and by the word of their testimony. As I read that, the Holy Spirit uncovered for me the evil of false humility that had birthed my decision to stop telling it. And I determined never again to stop telling it - to shout it from the housetops until Jesus comes to take me home and with every word to throw another shovel of dirt on Satan already in his grave.

by Bob Davies

I had spent years in church, graduated from Bible school, and served in short-term missions. But a hidden battle was raging inside that threatened to destroy me.

by Steven Hunt

Life for me, growing up in southern California was wonderful, basic, above average and quite eventful. My parents were still newly married with two children and welcomed my grandmother's offers to keep me. Soon my grandparents began to raise me. My grandfather spent a lot of time away from home, especially on weekends. This left my grandmother alone. She asked if she could keep me. My parents consented and that is how I came to be raised by my grandparents.