Of Power, and of Love, and of a Sound Mind

Finding out God. And finding out that I’m gay.

Washington, D.C. Temple, the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints

I first felt God in the textures of my childhood, nestled somewhere in the tough tweed upholstery of pale blue chapel pews, in the scratchy burlap lining the halls, and in the soft family room rug where we knelt in prayer every night. I felt Him in the cold, unforgiving metal of foldable overflow chairs and in the…