Spirit-filled
I was a Pentecostal church pianist until I came out of the closet twenty-four years ago. Not many Pentecostals ever truly leave. Not truly. They may quit attending church, they may leave behind all the restrictions, the dress code, etc. But their hearts stay Pentecostal. You will hear them say they know they are not living right. They will confess that they know they are going hell for not living "right." But I made it out. Truly and completely out. I still play a mean Gospel piano and belt out Gospel songs and I rarely drink or do the things a Pentecostal is not supposed to do. Well, except for the gay thing. But I’m living right . I’m living as God created me to be. And I no longer subscribe to the traditional definition of God as vengeful, mean-spirited, and ready to burn billions in everlasting hell for not subscribing to the one, singular and approved definition of God. As a Pentecostal I believed along with the rest that when I repented of ...