I grew up in a faith that was politically, socially, and religiously conservative. We had a relationship, not a religion, I was taught. A product of my Pentecostal upbringing, I entered the ministry at age 15 as a musician. However, I was conflicted between my deeply held convictions, and equally ingrained, unwanted, same-sex attractions.
After years of praying and pleading with God to change me, a tryst with a married man in my choir, and one attempt at suicide, I put myself in an “ex-gay,” or “conversion therapy” ministry. That ministry, Love in Action, turned out to be one of the oldest, and most renowned organizations of its kind.
I believed I’d found my answer. I believed I had finally changed. Following my time in Love in Action’s one-year residential program, I went on staff and, for the next six years, traveled around the country with the message, “Freedom from homosexuality through Jesus Christ.” Love in Action staff appeared on radio and television shows including, Oprah Winfrey, ABC’s World News Tonight, and Good Morning America. I married a beautiful woman and together we had two beautiful daughters. But all of that came crashing down when she filed for divorce. It would take six more years before I could finally accept my own reality.
My journey from an unshakable conservative Christian to a progressive social justice writer has been long and arduous. I’ve been accused of “just giving in so you could have gay sex,” and I’ve waded through countless Bible verse grenades. Still do. My journey has been measured and thoughtful. It required me to rethink everything I believed to be true and take apart the foundations of my beliefs brick by brick.
My aim is to give voice to the dissonant questions that reside in all of us.
Conversion therapy, the attempt to change someone’s sexual orientation from gay to straight, is a small part of a much larger and destructive religious ideology found in fundamentalist Christianity. The effects of this version of Christianity – and there are many other versions – are far reaching. In American Evangelical Christianity, many individuals and families suffer silently, trying to make their lives fit into the narrow doctrines and dogmas of this unique brand of religion.
My goal is to open a dialogue about the beliefs and ideologies that affect our lives, whether they are personal, political, or religious. My aim is to give voice to the dissonant questions that reside in all of us. This is a place for discussion and discovery about who we are as diverse human beings, how to make peace with ourselves, and how to make the world a better place.
As you’ll see throughout the site, I’m a nerd. I went back to school and earned a master’s degree in education, where I focused on cognition, and transformative learning. I read books about the brain, biology, and the physical and psychological sciences on being human. I can usually be found walking my dog around the neighborhood in the mornings while I listen to lectures and books. I love to learn, to be challenged, and to connect the dots by writing about the things I study.
As such, I’ve written dozens of articles and blogs as a contributor to The Huffington Post and The Good Men Project. I write mostly on the confluence of religion, politics, sexuality, and belief. I’m a member of the American Psychological Association, APA Division 15 Educational psychology, and the Society for the Psychological Study of Lesbian, Gay, Bisexual and Transexual Issues. But that doesn’t mean I don’t like to write a good story about life as a dad.
My spouse, Abel, and his off-handed, witty comments are featured frequently in my books. Abel is a teacher at our local school district where he works with the visually impaired. His enormous heart is only matched by his gigantic sense of humor. Together, we live in Northern California with my youngest daughter who is a junior in high school. My oldest daughter is a freshman in college, putting us half way to an empty nest.
Lastly, if you’ve made it this far, we have pets. Habib, a terrier mix, can usually be found lounging around the backyard, eating the cat’s food, or just staring at us through the large windows in the back of the house. Yes, it’s as creepy as it sounds. Sam, our rehabilitated street cat, whose story is featured in my business book, has lived longer than he was supposed to, and we mutually tolerate each other.
Follow me on Twitter
Follow me on Goodreads
Follow me on Facebook by clicking Like below