clean. They’d lost memory of how God couldn’t be bribed with good works and big hats. Heaven only opened its gates for those Jesus escorted in, but they were the kind of folk that invited themselves and called it righteousness. But, I—unbeknownst to me—had been swayed by this same leaven. If only I could just be straight, and lay aside my homosexuality, God would accept me and call me His own, I used to think. This delusion was the belief that only one aspect of my life was worthy of judgment, while