Summer Of Sin:Christianity and Homosexuality

Standing on our porch I could just barely see Miller's Ridge. The sun had set, but there was still a faint red glow in the western sky. It was beautiful, but my thoughts were not. They were angry, hurt, confused. Dusk was my favorite time of day, ordinarily. Tonight was different. If there was a breeze I hardly felt it, and I had no desire to go anywhere or see anyone. I wasn't sure when …

…toward abnormal sexual activity, even if some of them were based primarily on ignorance, could I? I remembered the pained but trusting look on Darren's face as he shared his secret. It had to be harder for him than it was for me, a lot harder. "God. help me understand," I prayed before going inside. "In the mood for watermelon, after all, eh"' Dad asked. "Nope," I replied, "Tennis. I wonder if Darren's home."