My family's back from Florida...but still haven't talked with my parents yet regarding the big reveal with my siblings...ugh. I'm still kinda looking for the right opportunity. Hopefully they'll bring up Exodus at some point this week (considering that I'll be leaving for Wheaton a week from tonight [CRAZY!]).
Before I get into the primary purpose of this entry, I just want to thank those of you who prayed for my friend Mikey in the past several days. I know a couple of you told me that you did and I'm sure a couple others did so without telling me. Thank you for those prayers! I honestly feel like me and Mikey reached a new level of our friendship last night. As I said last time, we recently started playing this online Survivor game together. Well...just like that, Mikey was the first one voted out. Bah! I was definitely disappointed by this as I was hoping we'd get to stay in the game together for a long time and further grow our friendship. As it turns out though, our friendship grew to a new level anyway.
I made a video confessional for the game in which I described Mikey as not only a good online friend, but also a good friend in general. I really didn't think too much of it, to be honest, as I talked about my strategy for the game as well. I hadn't planned on showing the video to him until after the game ended, but since he had just been eliminated I figured I'd show it to him. I think he was definitely touched to hear me praise him so in the video. He called me "a good kid" and said it'd be really cool if we ever got to hang out in person someday. And you have to understand, he's not the most emotional/sentimental person ever. He's always cracking jokes and such. So to hear those words come from his mouth (or pop up on my computer screen, rather) was really touching for me as well.
This is a friendship three years (and counting) in the making, and I'm amazed at the progress we've made in our friendship. Hearing what he said last night gives me a second wind and a renewed hope that someday he WILL come to know Christ as his personal Savior. It can ABSOLUTELY happen and I would love for the Lord to use me to be a part of that. Seriously, I get so giddy thinking about it. So again, I thank you all for your prayers and ask that you'd continue to remember Mikey and the entire ORG community that I'm a part of.
Now that I've taken three healthy paragraphs to talk about that, let me dive right into another HUGE topic. Exodus. Holy $%#*&, it's only two weeks away! LESS than two weeks away actually! WOW. I remember praying about going to this conference back in November, so for it to be less than two weeks away now is absolutely crazy. Insane. I'm getting a little nervous, yes, but I remain hopeful and optimistic over it. Greater things have yet to come...
This past week I've had the house to myself. My entire family drove down to Florida to stay with some family and go to the beach. I probably would have gone if, you know, I wasn't going on my own little "vacation" in two weeks. Plus, someone had to stay with the dog. It's no big deal, as I abhor the beach anyway. But alas, I digress.
Being alone for the week, I've had a lot of time to think and pray about things. Mainly...whether or not I should finally pull the trigger and talk to my brother and sister about my secret struggle. Ugh, I've been fighting this issue for several months now and even now I find myself fighting against it. But I maintain that I need to tell them. On Sunday I feel I made the official switch from "if I tell them..." to "when I tell them."
It was an amazing sermon on Sunday. The guest speaker spoke from Genesis 18-19 where Abraham prayed for God to spare the righteous few of Sodom and Gomorrah. And what do you know: God spared Lot and his family. I've never thought about what would have happened had Abraham not prayed that prayer. Would God still have saved Lot and his family? Maybe...maybe not. The message focused on the power of prayer and having a healthy network of people to pray for you BEFORE disaster strikes. Not just after it does.
Cluing my brother and sister in on my struggle would basically double my personal prayer network when it comes to family/friends in my life. That's huge! I would love to have prayer support from everyone in my immediate family: dad, mom, brother, and sister. Yes, the awkwardness of telling them this secret frightens me to no end as it did with telling my parents both times. But maybe the third time will be some kind of charm and it won't be as bad as I think it'll be.
Regardless, I definitely ask you guys for your prayers. The plan is to clue my parents in on all this sometime this weekend after they get back from Florida. And then it's just a matter of figuring out a good day to talk with my siblings. Either that same weekend, during the week next week, or the following weekend. Ahhhhh! This is all so crazy, but crazy is good. My life has been too boring and stagnant in years past.
All rightey, I am back to conclude my story on my involvement with the "ORG" (online reality game) community. Before I really get into the second part though, I guess I should mention that me and Mikey (from the last post) have actually just begun our second game together. It's an "all stars" version from the same series we played in three summers ago. It's kinda weird for us to be playing together again three years later! But I'm excited for it. I hope we both last a long time in the game and we get to bond even more over this experience. I'll let y'all know how it goes as the summer progresses.
After I got voted out of my first game in the summer of 2006, I wasn't all too eager to play another one. It might sound silly, but it's not really a pleasant feeling to be rejected and voted out of a game by a bunch of people. Haha. But alas, after several months went by I found myself itching to play again. To do better.
So in March of 2007 I discovered another series to dive into. I applied for the fourth season in that series and got in. And I did do better this time, getting 5th place (compared to 10th last time). I had a lot more fun in this game, that's for sure. And I wound up sticking around in the following seasons with other fellow "alumni" of the series. And suddenly, twelve seasons in, it's a pretty robust community!
I played in an "all stars" version of this series last summer and didn't do so hot, but I developed some amazing bonds playing in that game. Again, these aren't just random, robotic entities playing the game - they're real people. Real people with real lives and real problems. 95% of whom don't have a personal relationship with Christ. I've definitely tried to shine His light in these opportunities the best I can.
There's one person in particular I'm really trying to shine for in this series. And he's none other than the host/founder of the series himself. He's only a year older than me so we're around the same age and everything. He believes in God, throws Jesus' name around his Facebook profile, and goes to church often.
And he just happens to be gay. Dating another guy.
I've never discussed my faith or his faith with him. But obviously I'm very curious and eager to do so someday. Because I honestly don't know what exactly he believes in. Me and him have a special kind of bond because out of all the alumni of his series, I've basically stuck around the longest. And I'll continue to stick around that series until he finally decides to hang it up. I often wonder if God randomly introduced me to this series just so I could potentially share my story with him.
My whole story. Same-sex attraction and all. The fact that he clearly believes in God and has some kind of recognition of Jesus Christ's identity strikes me as a bit of a "sign" that maybe I will indeed share my story with him someday.
In many ways I kinda look at him as what I'd be like if I stopped fighting my desires. I've seen and experienced too much in my life already to ever deny God's existence and Christ's saving power in my life. So even if I were in a million years to ever date and mess around with other guys...I honestly couldn't see my perspective of God changing. The question is though, how long could I live like that before God somehow brought me back to Him?
And so I wonder about this host. I wonder if living in this lifestyle will ever grow tiring and fruitless to him. I wonder if he truly is saved...how long will it take before God brings him back to Him? Is God just waiting on me to make a move and finally talk with him and open it all up? I don't know.
And so, there you have it. That's basically the story of my involvement with this "other" online community. On one side I have the greatest male friend I've ever had and yet have never met in person; on the other a guy committed to a boyfriend and yet dually a very spiritual person. I try to pray for both of these guys every day, along with the countless others I've come across in ORG-land. Real people.
And I hope they all see at least some glimpse of Christ in me.
Several posts back I first mentioned that I'm also a part of another online community besides this Xanga/Facebook one. Well, I figure I've danced around the topic long enough.
Those who know me well know that I'm a Survivor fanatic. Like seriously, I will have to cry myself to sleep when this show eventually goes off the air (18 seasons and counting!). Haha, I've been hooked since that first episode aired when I was just thirteen years old. I love it.
Three years ago I came to the sudden realization that people were playing Survivor online. Online. Like, a host would go to various forums/sites and ask for applications, people would apply, and a select number of those applicants would play Survivor. Competitions would take place via the host's online challenges and communication between players would occur via forums and instant messaging with each other. For a fanatic like me, this was the most incredible thing I'd ever discovered. I had to play!
In the summer of 2006 I played in my first of three online Survivor games. I was so psyched. You have no idea. For those next several weeks I lived and breathed this game; it was all I could think about. When I eventually got voted out of the game it was a huge shock and to be honest, it was tough to adjust to life without the game after that!
Yes, I needed (...and still need...) help.
I say all that to not really talk about the game itself. But the people. And in particular, one unique guy who - quite honestly - is the greatest male friend I've ever had. As an inside joke between me and him (even though he obviously won't be reading this anytime soon), I'll refer to him as Mikey. Ah, Mikey. He was one of the people that voted me out of that game and if you were to tell me in the wake of that crushing blow that me and him would be great friends three years later, I'd have cried BS.
Well, we have.
He messaged me a couple months after the game ended (he WON, by the way). Completely out of the blue. I never had a thought of speaking to him again. The game was over; that was that. Life goes on. But message me he did, and I'm so glad. Because we haven't stopped messaging each other since.
He and I just share a very similar wit and sense of humor. Granted he's a little "coarser" than I am (me=Christian; he="lazy Catholic" [his own description]). But we've shared a ton of laughs the past three years. We have similar interests too that go far beyond the show Survivor. We both love to write, for one. And as a cool little tidbit, he currently lives in the Philadelphia area - where I called home for the first twelve years of my life. Seriously, the things we share in common are uncanny. The fact that we're still in communication after all these years is even moreso. I've had a couple good guy friends in my life, but for whatever reason they've all seemed to fade over time. But not Mikey.
There have been stretches in these three years where we didn't talk to each other for several months at a time. But he'd always "come back" and we'd catch up right where we left off. And going through those tough college years was a heck of a lot easier having someone like him to talk to a lot. Whenever we IM, our conversations last for hours upon hours. And they go by so fast too. I've never talked with anyone quite like him.
During one of our first conversations we had quite the lengthy talk about my faith and Christianity in general. It was really cool. He'll poke fun at my faith here and there, but it isn't done maliciously or anything. I think he respects it. And my hope and prayer is that eventually I'll rub off on him.
We Skype'd for the first time last week. Finally. It was great. And I'm sure it's only a matter of time before I meet him face-to-face and in person someday. I hope that my novel and simply my life in general will indeed "rub off" on him and that he'll come to know Christ as his Savior and Lord. Man...I get all giddy when I think of that possibility. I like to think of it as God sending him into my life to help sustain me through the lonely college years; and God sending me into his life so that he might come to know Him someday. Seriously, it'd be awesome. So send up a prayer for Mikey if you get the chance. And for me, that I'd be a good light for him. He's not just some random dude online "out there" somewhere. He's a real person...and he's really lost. I pray everyday for him.
There's another part to this online Survivor community that I definitely need to discuss. It's where my SSA figures into the equation. The possibility here could be equally as awesome.
Ugh, I hate that I've started slacking off with this blog. I really do. Especially considering that the past couple weeks since my last entry have been pretty amazing. Regarding the struggle, yes, but also just in general. I'm absolutely loving my life post-college.
Firstly, the novel is really starting to come along. This past Monday was my first day of actual writing after three weeks of planning and note-taking. I'm up to 4,750 words so far! Woohoo. Last weekend I started a video series on my Facebook that shall chart my progress with the novel. I think it came out pretty good! I hope to make new "episodes" every 2-3 weeks or so. Should be fun for both me and (hopefully!) "the fans." Haha, although maybe I can't actually have "fans" until I actually have something published first. Anyway, it's exciting and I look forward to making the second episode next weekend. If you're lucky enough to be my friend and haven't done so already, be sure to check out the first episode.
Regarding the struggle, I've definitely been doing well the past couple weeks after a rocky several weeks before that. The masturbation had started to get out of control again and I kept getting pulled back into watching things I knew fully well I shouldn't have been watching. It sucked. The 2+ hour hike I blogged about last time helped a little to clear my mind, but I wound up falling again later that week. I was feeling kinda frantic and helpless at that point, to be honest.
But then I went to church two Sundays ago...and it really did change my life. My pastor was reading from I Peter and his words just had a powerful grip on me that day. I forget the exact passage he read from, and quite frankly I'm too lazy right now to go research it, but at some point in the book Peter talks to his readers about abstaining from certain sins. Sexual ones included. My pastor said that surely many of us were struggling with a particular sin in our lives. I could only sit in silence as I went over this stupid struggle with lust and porn in my mind. He then became very blunt.
"Stop it!" he screamed.
My pastor, a pretty mild-mannered guy, isn't the loudest speaker ever. So his scream definitely caught my ears. And my attention. "Just stop it," he repeated. "No more!" he exclaimed. "Let today be the day that you just leave that sin all behind you."
Could it really be that simple? Everything within me was screaming NO, it's not that simple. This struggle is intertwined around my being like a Twizzlers stick. I can't just flip a switch inside of me and all of a sudden not feel like watching porn or even masturbating ever again.
Or can I? Could I really just "stop it"? As much as I wanted to say it couldn't be done, I came home from church that day swearing to do otherwise. To make a change. I sat at my desk and pulled out a couple sheet of paper.
And I wrote a letter to God.
I told Him how sorry I was for continuing to dwell in this endless cycle of sin. Even though He'd given me a huge wake-up call three years ago with Annie's death. Even though He's continued to bless my life with things like graduation from college, the start of my novel, and the greatest family in the world. I told Him I was so sorry...and I told Him I wanted today to be the day I left it all behind me. Today. I wrote for nearly two pages front-and-back and then signed my name at the end.
NO MORE.
I'm keeping the letter in my front desk drawer to look at as often as possible.
It almost seems impossible as I type this, quite honestly. Can I really go the entire rest of my life - fifty, sixty years perhaps - without EVER watching porn (or "pseudo-porn") again, without EVER masturbating again? But I look at that letter and see my sincere zeal to overcome this thing...and yes. Yes, I do believe I can do it. I'm not saying I'll stop struggling with SSA. I feel like this struggle is gonna be with me a long, long time (if not the rest of my life), and surely I'll have my good days and my bad ones as far as the thoughts in my head go. But the porn and masturbation? It has to stop. Those things have to be NO MORE in my life. I'm so indescribably sick of it. And I'm done with it.
During that service we sang one of my favorites ever, "Salvation is Here" by Hillsong United.
The great "coincidence" (aka God Thing) of it was that I had finally downloaded the song off iTunes a couple days before. So it had already been heavily playing in my head when we sang it during the service that day. I love the part that goes...
I know my God saved the day And I know His Word never fails And I know my God made a way for me It's gonna be all right!
I'm totally putting those words on an index card and sticking them to my ceiling above my bed so they're the first things I see when I wake up each morning. Powerful stuff. No matter WHAT this psychotic world throws at me, God's made a way for me to escape it...and "it's gonna be all right."
Two weeks without porn and masturbation. It's a banner achievement for me after the rough patch I hit in the immediate aftermath of my graduation from college. But I truly feel like things are gonna be different this time. I went like 7-8 months without porn last year and only masturbated once during that stretch, so who's to say I can't do something like that again (and do even better than that)? Whenever I get tempted, I'm gonna pull out that letter in my desk drawer and remind myself of this new commitment to Him.
I'm nearly 22 years old, still trying to find my way in this ridiculous, crazy world. I believe with all my heart that God does have a plan for me and that He wants me to follow His ever-fulfilling Narrow Way. And yet day in and day out, I am beckoned to follow a completely different path. A path that, time after time, has only led to a persisting pain and heartache. Since I arrived in XangaLand I've blogged my entire lifestory from the slant of my struggle with same-sex attraction. It's honestly been one of the most enriching experiences in my walk with Christ. Getting this story out has been incredibly liberating, and on top of that, I've met some pretty amazing people. I look forward to attending the Exodus International Freedom Conference in Wheaton, IL this summer. I can't wait to see what God has in store for me there and way beyond that. Feel free to message or comment me anytime. I love hearing from people!