You know I love you, I hope. Once you saved my semester by helping me get back on my feet my junior year when I came and stayed with you for a week. You've been such a loving friend, always remembering my b-day. You really know the love of God man. It really doesn't matter how long the backstory is, does it? [Joe Moderate], come back to us. I'm calling you back. I know about straying, but it's God's power that sets us free, not the wisdom of the world. So you tried what the church fed you, counseling, drugs. Its the Holy Spirit that sets us free. He's the only way. You know this, but its time to give Him a try. Sometimes the church doesn't know if they believe that or should really just rely on the world's wisdom. I speak from total experience that its only the Lord's power. Give me a call sometime and we'll pray and catch up. What did you want me to say? I love you so much man. The Lord has such a future for you. It's nothing like the future the enemy had you convinced of when we used to talk on the phone a couple years ago [he's referring to the year of depression and suicidality I went through at the tail end of my 5 years of ex-gay therapy]. It's true man. I'm telling you because I love you. Come home [Joe].Hmm. This may be weirder than I thought. I guess I need to tell my friend that I don't feel "away from home" with regards to God. And I'm not miserable. And I've been off of medication for two years now.
Monday, August 11, 2008
I wrote my friend back. Here's his response: