Of burning bushes and the fires of hell

When I first came out as bisexual, I asked the only gay friend I knew for sure was gay to meet me at a bookstore cafe so we could talk. He had just recently preached in our little ecumenical faith community on the text from Galatians that says "there is neither Jew nor Greek, slave [...]

Beulah

It’s early October two years ago. The handwriting on the envelope is becoming more familiar now, but the return address is new. He has just moved across the country to Beulah Street. We’ve been writing letters for a few months, pretty innocently we think, just two Facebook acquaintances from a former season of life together [...]