
By Kevin Becker
Growing up in a quiet area of West Virginia, my parents raised me Catholic but weren’t really religious. I followed Christianity as best as I could, thinking my salvation depended on it.
In my teens, cracks began to appear in what I thought was a solid wall of faith. Beginning to accept my own sexuality, I questioned what I learned and felt something was wrong, stirring anxiety and doubt. People around me degraded homosexuality, making me feel like an outsider and excluded. Even my so-called “God” didn’t seem to accept me. Continue reading “Finding Home”






