From chapter 1, eat drink and be a merry missionary: imitating the reformission of Jesus.
I got a phone call from an old college friend whom God had used to bring me to faith. [...]
Over lunch, he informed me that he had been a closet homosexual throughout college, had joined the military after graduation, and had recently been discharged for having sex with fellow soldiers. He was presently frequenting public bathrooms throughout the city and having anonymous sex with various men. He shared that he was wrestling through whether he believed that he was a sinner and whether he still believed in God. When I invited him to attend church with me, he declined, saying it was unfair for me to expect him to come into my Christian subculture since I was unwilling to go with him into his homosexual subculture.
And he was right. So, feeling convicted to be like Jesus, I told him I would be happy to go into his world if he would come into mine. Seeing an evil dervish grin emerge on his face, I knew I was in trouble. He invited me to a gay country and western bar he frequented.
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