Date: Sun, 13 May 2012 13:27:52 -0700 (PDT)
From: Tyler Adams <tyleradamsbooks@yahoo.com>
Subject: Almost Straight ch 17

"Dear Heavenly Father," I prayed as I left my room, pillow and blanket in
hand, "help me. I know that what I'm feeling right now can't be from you. I
do want to please you in everything -- including my friendship with
Elijah. Why is it so hard for me? Let me know that you love me by purifying
my mind. Make my thoughts your thoughts, and my ways your ways.



It was a simple, heartfelt prayer. I rarely ever felt like I heard God
answering my prayers directly, and I certainly didn't expect to hear from
him tonight, given recent developments, but as I found an open sofa in the
student lounge to sack out on for the night, thoughts, as if they weren't
my own, began to flood my mind.

"Son," the voice in my mind told me, "I want you to know that I do love
you. I will never leave you alone, or tempt you beyond what you are able to
deal with, and I want you to know that what happened tonight was a gift
from me. Your differences, your enjoyments, even your thoughts, are guided
by my creative hand, and what you are feeling for Elijah is not an
abomination to me. You're my beloved. Some of the things you experience in
this life are perverted by Satan's deception of my original creation, but
you my son, by trusting in me for guidance, are not a perversion. Trusting
in my providence, even when you don't understand, is what walking by faith
is all about. Walk in the way set before you, and keep yourself from
sinning."





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Friday, January 23, 2009



Dear journal,



Thoughts about today: I must be more messed up than I thought. It sure
seemed like I was hearing from God, but what I thought I heard couldn't
possibly have been from him. I know Satan is the master of deception, but
if it was him putting those thoughts in my head, why did I feel so peaceful
afterwards? Lord, just in case it wasn't you, I'm repenting of thinking
those things. Help me to keep to what I know is true.

I like having Elijah as a friend. It's like when Alex Harper and I used to
hang out with each other in high school. Elijah made me laugh yesterday
until my sides hurt. He even got me to taste an anchovy. That was gross,
and he's going to pay for it. I didn't get mad at him when he slipped it
into my mouth either. I just laughed. That is so not like me. Him spiking
my hair with gel was weird, but it's like I didn't care. I just sat there
and let him do it. I think I let him do it because I wanted him to keep
touching me. Lord, I repent of that too.



Honesty time: I don't know what I'm going to do about Elijah. Sometimes
when I'm with him, my mind just automatically starts lusting for more than
friendship. I'm not going to admit it to anyone, because I think it would
show a lack of faith, but I kind of think that actually proves that for
some reason I rally must be gay -- I rebuke that thought.

Lord, I have to be honest here, so I'm just going to write this even though
I know it's just my mind talking. (Deep breath) God, please forgive me for
this, but I'm not sure I even want to pretend anymore. I like Elijah as
more than just a friend. I really like Shelly, and I'd still marry her if
you manage to convince her that it would work, but Elijah just makes my
mind go crazy, like I just want to crawl inside him so we could become one
person.



What I learned: Temptation can be more powerful than you expect. Sometimes
even when you're trying to plan not to sin, you just know if opportunity
knocks, you're not going to have the strength to resist it.



PS: Forgive me, Lord, but what I'm saying is exactly this: if he ever asks
me to kiss him again, I'm not going to be able to say no, so please don't
make me choose between you and him, okay?





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The sound of my cell phone ringing stirred me from my sleep
Saturday. ...and it was mom's tune I was hearing through the morning haze.

"Hello," I groggily whispered, as I tried to clear the morning phlegm from
my throat.

"Oh dear. Phillip, I'm sorry. Did I wake you?"

"Hi mom. Yeah, but I guess I should drag myself out of bed anyway. What
time is it?"

"It's ten forty-five. I shouldn't have called you so early but Ed and I
have been sitting on pins and needles waiting to hear from you."

"Sorry. I guess I should have called you."

"So-o-o-o-o?" mom asked in a long drawn out expressions of suspense.

"So, what?" I asked, knowing full well what she was mining for.

"What do mean, so what? What's the good news? Did you pass Shelly's little
test yet?"

"Oh... well... kind of."

"What do mean, kind of? ...are the two of you getting married or aren't
you?"

"Yeah. ...I mean, yeah, as in: oh that's what you want to know."

"...and?"

"Well it's kind of a long story."

"Phillip. Is there, or isn't there a wedding in your future?"

"I hope so, mom."

"You drive me insane sometimes. Did Shelly say yes?"

"Ah... no."

The phone went silent for a moment as the impact of what I had just told
her hit home.

"Phillip, what happened? You're not telling me something. Your ears are
red, aren't they?"

I reached up and felt that they were hot. Had she known all along the same
thing that Shelly had discovered?

"What do my ears have to do with anything?"

"They turn bright red when you're trying to hide something. I'm not as
naïve as you think. Now what was that test you didn't pass? You never told
me what it was. Maybe I could have helped you."

"Ah... I don't think you could have helped me out with this one."

"Oh, Phillip. I feel so bad for you. Shelly's such a nice girl. You two
seemed so perfect for each other. What happened?"

"Mom?" I asked, remembering what I had written in my journal last night,
and suddenly drawing strength from the words I had heard in my subconscious
mind. "Can I tell you something really personal?"

I could sense mom suddenly dreaded hearing what I had to say. She didn't
answer my question, and I somehow knew that she was on the verge of tears.

"I'm starting to worry that I might be gay, mom."

I heard her voice catch before she spoke. "I was praying I'd never hear you
say those words, Phillip. But truth be told, the entire time Michelle was
here over Christmas, for some reason those thoughts kept running through my
mind. I could tell something wasn't like it should be with the two of
you. ...and when you told me about the test, I was afraid it had something
to do with that.

"Phillip, I want you to know that no matter what, Ed and I will always love
you. That will never change. Is there a boy..." her voice caught again.

"His name's Elijah Cohen. Mom, I've never felt like this about anyone
before. ...not even Shelly."

I heard mom sniffle into the phone.

"Pray for me mom. I'm so confused. I don't understand why God never took
these feelings away from me. I prayed so hard, but last night..." I paused
briefly, thinking how presumptuous this was going to sound. "Well last
night, after spending time with him and thinking... I never tried to think
the things that came into my mind mom. I guess that's why I never expected
to hear God speaking to me. I'm sure it was him, mom; I felt so peaceful
afterwards. Anyway, I don't really understand it, but it was like he was
telling me that my feelings for Elijah are okay."

"Phillip. Promise one thing. Don't turn your back on God, and fall into
sin. Get help, son. The bible is clear about not having sexual relations of
any kind outside of marriage."

"I know mom. God's gonna help me with that. I felt God telling me the same
thing as you just did."

"How can a person actually be gay if they don't fall into sin with each
other, Phillip? Are you sure you and Michelle can't straighten things out
between you. Find a pastor in town to talk about your feelings. Maybe he
could help you to get your thoughts back on track. You can marry a woman,
Phillip, but you won't ever be able to marry someone like..."

"Shelly and I are both happy, mom. Actually, we're both kind of relieved
things turned out how they did. We're still friends."

"Does this... this Elijah claim he's a Christian?"

"He's Jewish, mom. ...but he loves God. He loves the same God we do."

"It's not the same, Phillip. Don't let yourself get tangled up in the life
of someone who's not a believer. He'll drag you down. ...into sinning..."
she added, her voice trailing off as she said it.

"He's devout, mom. He wouldn't even touch the piece of pizza that I dropped
my pepperoni onto."

"It's not the same, Phillip. He's not a believer," she insisted, and I
suddenly found that her words were upsetting me -- a lot!

"Mom, I gotta go. I'll talk to you later."

"I love you, son. I'll be praying for you. Tell your friend about the
gospel. Maybe the Lord just allowed you to have those feelings for him so
he can use you to bring your friend into his kingdom."

"His name's Elijah. ...and he already knows God," I spoke rather harshly
into my phone and then pressed `End'.



A few minutes later, I had calmed down and found myself pressing "3"
"send".

"Hello?" spoke a withered voice from the other end of the connection.

"Mom?"

"Phillip?"

We both apologized to each other in unison.

"Will we get to meet him? We don't want you staying away from home because
of this. I want you to know your friends are always welcome in our home, no
matter what."

"Thanks mom. You don't know how much that means to me. We're not really
dating each other or anything. We're just good friends, so don't worry,
okay?"

"I will worry, Phillip. It's in a mother's nature to worry for her children
I suppose, but thanks."

"I love you mom. Thanks for trying to understand something that I don't
even understand myself."

"Thanks for calling me back."

"Sure mom. I couldn't stand to think my words had hurt you."

"You're a wonderful young man. Whoever winds up with you as their partner
in life is going to be one lucky person."

I was feeling pretty good all of a sudden, and about to say good-bye, when
mom's voice suddenly cheered and she asked slyly, "You haven't told me what
the test was?"

"You really want to know?"

"Absolutely"

"Mom, it's kind of embarrassing to talk about. ...especially to you."

"I'm waiting."

"Are you sure you want to hear this? I, mean..."

It felt like the heat in the building had just gone into overdrive at my
recollection of that night in Elijah's car.

"Let's just say I got shocked by what I found out when I took her test, and
leave it at that, mom."

"She asked you to kiss him, didn't she?"

"H... how did you know?" I asked, shocked that she could guess Shelly's
test. Shelly had sworn to me she wouldn't tell anyone, and I had no reason
not to believe her, but this had to be more than a coincidence.

"That's what I would have done if I suspected something like that. The
surest way to know anything is to compare apples to apples. You can't
pretend when you kiss someone. It's either real, or it's not."

"It was real all right."

"What was?"

"When I kissed him... It was really real."



I turned around and sat on my bed to think about the conversation I had
just had with my mother. I had heard a fair number of coming-out stories in
the past, and this wasn't like any of them. All my mom told me was not to
fall into sin with someone I wasn't married to. Come to think of it,
though, I'm not exactly sure how God could work that part out if -- and
this is a really big if -- Elijah and I got really close to each other with
the passing of time.



"Dude. Man, did you just tell someone, `when you kissed him'?"

I jumped not realizing that Andrew had been lying amidst the tangled knot
of covers on his bed.

"So who is he?"

"What?" I squeaked like my brother Aaron does whenever my mom catches him
doing something he shouldn't.

"You just told someone on your phone that when you kissed him, it was
really real. You so better tell me you did not sneak one on me last night."

"What are talking about," I tried to defend myself.

"What I'm talking about is that I've kind of figured all along you might be
batting for the other team. I'm totally okay with that as long as you're
staying on your side of the room while I'm sleeping."

"I'm not gay," I protested.

"Yeah, really ...and I'm Abraham Lincoln, Rainbow Boy. I knew the first
minute I met you when you so totally checked me out the first day of
school.  Dude, your tongue was practically dragging on the floor. Do not
try and tell me you're not into guys."

I don't ever remember feeling as trapped as I felt right now, but he wasn't
finished yet.

"What I couldn't figure out was when you were talking like you were getting
married to some chick. Then when you never brought her back to the room, I
kind of figured it was just a smoke screen."

"I... I..."

"Dude, don't sweat it. I mean, everyone has to know what they want. Me, I'm
into girls. Unfortunately, there isn't always one available when I feelin'
it. So... Like this is kind of hard for me to say, but, well... Like, maybe
you can help me out from time to time when the fields are barren, so to
speak? Not that I have any experience, but a friend of mine did tell me
it's really intense when a guy does it to you."

I felt like I was going to explode. My teeth were clenched and wouldn't
unlock. My throat was dry, my voice raspy, but I managed to force out:
"First of all, besides the first day we met, when you were sitting on the
windowsill practically naked, I've never perved on you. Second, you are
definitely not the `him' you heard me talking to my mom about, and third?
That is just so not going to happen, bi-boy."

It was Andrew's turn to turn red. I guess when he heard those words fired
back at him, he decided he didn't like labels either.

"Whatever," he mumbled as he rolled. Before I could decide whether to storm
out of the room or not, he was snoring. I so hoped he wouldn't remember our
little conversation when he woke up again.