A new person?

Have not been here for a long time. A lot has happened. Difficult to put into words. So I am just going to pick up where I am now.

I have been using some tools that I have known about for a while and some I discovered recently, to work with my stuff. The first is a new technique called EFT http://123eft.com/ which is amazing. It seems to good to be true but it really works. I am not sure it would work without the other tool called Theophostics, which relies on God taking you to memories where lies about yourslef have become implanted, where he then imparts truth to replace the lie.

EFT is a simple method to "tap" on acupuncture points while focusing on issue that you are struggling with. This morning I was struggling with an issue of defensiveness regarding belonging to a worship team. I was really struggling with letting go of my resistance to 2 members of the team. I tapped on the resistance and the feelings of aloneness and being an outsider, as well as being "defective", where the resitance/stubbornness originates, came up. The Lord took me to the time in my childhood where it came from, as a cover to deal with my sense of abandonment at the time. I wept and tapped, scaled my relief on a level from 1-10 and tapped again. Then the Lord gave me the truth about myself, as a person that is crusty and unyielding only as a denfence agains my feeling alone when I was a little boy. He told me who I really am: a compassionate, soft, caring person, the way he made me. He told me that it was ok to not be hard anymore. I will never be alone again.

It is so real. Of course it is not over until it is over. I will chronicle the journey here :)

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Blessings
Duncan

same-old-same-old

Father,
Today everything seems a little paler, a little grayer. No amount of pulling myself up by my bootstraps will make seem right. I really just get tired of things just not going quite right. I am not dissatisfied, don't get me wrong. I have been satisfied by you too many times to think that you aren't FOR me. You are great, and I have no complaints against you. The problem is me. I feel discouraged, listless, and I just can't afford to feel like that. I need to be positive, act decisively, create an aura of confidence in my clients. But the truth is that I have little confidence. Only you can sell this Town House, father. I am sacrificing ALL my commission so that the first sale will go through, but even that is no guarantee. I just don't have the strength. What is it Lord? Why do I feel so low? If I felt well and positive, then I wouldn't be daunted by this setback. So where do I get this internal completeness form that I lack?

I need it from you, Lord. I need you to make me feel like I can do anything. I know your word says that I can do all things through Christ Jesus that gives me strength. (Phil 4.13) But will the strength come as I do it, or will I feel stronger after I have done it and it has worked?

M. Scott Peck says that life is hard. So does John Eldredge. John goes further to say that "The glory of God is man fully alive". God, let your Kingdom come then and let your glory come. Let me be fully alive. Right now I feel fully zombie.

The Unthinkable has Happened!

Yesterday I flew to Durban to be with my dad who turned 80. This in itself was feat of quite some extraordinary magic as only the Lord can produce. Through a most amazing circumstance I have reestablished contact with an old lover from times gone by, and some healing occurred. During a councelling session with my shrink processing this led to some memories about my dad coming up. In processing these, I came to the unthinkable insight that my father may not always thoughtlessly have been out to hurt and belittle me. Perhaps some of what he did he did with the genuine desire to spend time with me and do good to me. (Sure he did some stupid things, but even those he only did because he was wired that way: I know how often I have hurt my own kids in the same way!)

So the upshot of it was that yesterday I spent the day with him alone. We talked and drank some wine and had a meal and so on, and besides the fact that I think much healing occurred in me which I will only see realised in the years to come, I know he enjoyed it and it valued him in ways I never imagined.

Only a week ago this would have seemed impossible. Through a confluence of circumstance to strange to describe, the Lord has reconnected me with an ex (who remains such!) and through the contributions of my brother and sister, we had a great day with minimal inconvenience on a practical level.

I think that now we will be relating as adults more than as blamed adult and hurt child. Who knows where the future will lead?!

down-down

its all supposed to be
verry verry jolly
the new year is at hand
great
but deep inside my heart
the fear pools coldly
if only i could stop
stop
If only I could
if only I
If only
If

meaning comes and goes
there's never enough of it
its like lunch
you seem to need it once day
I mean how much can one person eat?
what do we do over and over again
that we should need so much refilling
?

I feel so empty
I can't even think pretty
I feel so
THUD
every morning when I wake up
when will it end?
I have so much
to thank God for
and yet again
I slide
down-down


I think it has to do
with starting all over again
every time I take time off
i remember how much effort
it takes to just go on
i suppose when i get going again
it will be better
but there's no guarantee
oh well
what choice do I have
but only to believe
it will someday get better.

but moving swiftly along
before you call a shrink
God, preserve me from myself
there's somebody out to get me
hold me before he succeeds.
i won't do his job for him
but only barely.
does just dying count?

oh my goodness

I hate it when this happens
Just when I thought I had the answer
the question strikes back
and morphs again to be
something different again

WHAT'S THE EFFING QUESTION?

So needy I seem to be
so much I hate that state
I beg for crumbs
from those to which
I least want to appear needy.

I can't help it
This poem is going wrong
maybe its not an effing poem anyway
maybe its just a confession/ranting
of a confused, angry
46 year old
white
Afrikaans
not-so-x gay man

I used to be able to sing John Denver's songs
Until I learned to sing
effing thousands of Rands
spent to become the world's greatest tenor
Now I struggle to catch
that wonderful free melody
that he spins so easily
what a bummer.

jesus please come soon
If I don't recapture that joy that's past
I'd better find some new joy
Otherwise I will go mad

sistematise veralangens
in die holtes van my murg gevang
gehokkie in segmente
saam met honderdduisend stukkies bang
verdraaide woord vergader
in my polsende plesier
al my duistere emosies word in donkerde verduur

verledeblare dirtel-dartel neer
op sedimente van my gisterhart seer
rooibruin die vuur wat in baie tinte brand
en verlangens koester
soos 'n uurglas sonder sand

bykorfelemente van 'n sirkelsimfonie
al draaiend in die ronde soos 'n passieparodie
verdraaide woord vergader
in my polsende plesier
al my duistere emosies word in donkerte verduur
word
word in donkerte verduur
in donkerte verduur
word in donkerte verduur
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o fok

Ex-Gay Watch #4

Regardless of whether you believe your homosexuality came with you into this life or developed, this last sentence is a very important realization. Many in your position do not figure this out or, if they do, will not admit it. (a quote by a poster on Ex-Gay Watch where I wrote this.

The irony is that, in my search for identity, which manifested itself in many different efforts to conform, the "gay" identity was one of the most "real"! When I turned my back on homosexuality as a lifestyle, I abandoned that identity at the threshold of my new life. So my "new creation" identity was hardly anything more than a new attempts to earn love and acceptance through conformity. But based on an emptiness, the new identity was a often stressful and in the end was part of what caused the breakdown of the church plant I mentioned. I was trying my best to please the congregants but they saw through it. Coupled with their own "stuff" it turned toxic. That last bit is by the way, but because I was alienated from myself as I was/am, not only could I not experience God's compassion for myself, they were not able to experience God's compassion through me. Get it? The moment I remembered that gay self I abandoned, and saw how tenderly God saw/loved him/me, my gay identity sowed the seeds that may very well lead to greater healing! Weird, isn't it?

This of course has great implications for others who want to transition out of homosexuality. The church may expect them to turn over a new leaf. They may be accepted as long as the gay past it truly a thing of the past. The moment that a gay identity begins to assert itself, the church may lose hope/patience and can't figure out what to do. The gay person could feel guilty/like a failure, and lose hope. (This is not what happened to me. I never received anything less than wonderful support and understanding) Of course the first thing that is likely to happen is that the (safe/well-known) gay habits kick in. Because there is no legitimate outlet for those feelings, porn/trolling/whatever may ensue. During this extremely traumatic time (after I stepped down as pastor to take time to recover, never during my time as minister) I suddenly developed a taste for pornography. (I never "fell", I was never caught out). Anything would do, but a lot of it was gay. Ironically this provided the first real breakthrough in my councelling process. (I am ashamed of this last bit of info, but all the key people in my life know. I have software on my computer to protect me and my family and an accountability partner who is the administrator of the software.) But in line with what I mentioned before, the likelihood is that this gay identity that manifested itself in this way, is a part of key to future growth!

Ex-Gay Watch #3

I am not fooling myself that I am more than a person on a journey, but if we as "ex-gays" are honest, (and that goes for your as gays as well) we are all on a journey.

Perhaps a dream I had would illustrate. I was in a deep dark swimming pool which had all sorts of muck in it (all the issues of my past which I have to process to heal and grow). From outside the pool a sort of machine (in SA we call it a creepy-crawly - a pool-cleaning machine) was lowered into the pool and started sucking the water out of the pool. I got out of the pool, and found Glen (my lover of 5 years - the one who said I couldn't have been gay to start with if I was going to go straight) and my wife sitting next to each other on the side of the pool. I walked up to Glen and tenderly kissed him on the mouth (non-sexually but lovingly) and then did the same to my wife. For me these two facets of me (gay and straight) were cooperating to help me grow and heal. I deeply respect Glen because he never expected me to change. He accepted me just the way I was, disco-bunny and all. (I remember another intellectual, a friend of Glen's who was around when I met him, asking him what he saw in me. He didn't dignify it with an answer as far as I can remember, but he stayed around and loved me for 5 lovely years) Glen introduced me to family. His parents and family all accepted him (and me) as we were. Remember that was in the 80's!

Only recently I realised that I mourned the friendship and love I had with him, which I lost when I gave up the gay lifestyle. He was justifiably very angry with me and rejected me. (We were not together at the time. He had moved to London 2 years before). The funny thing was that when I realised that I was deeply sorrowful about the love that I had lost there (he never "sent me on my way" but we ended badly) I connected to my "gay" self and a deep healing started to occur. This person who I had become in those 12 years I was actively gay, was and is an integral part of me which I should not deny or suppress. I will carry that person with me into the future.

Ex-Gay Watch #2

I must be honest, I don't have the strength to debate. I realise that one cannot be anything without it somehow seeming like an indictment to somebody else. Our very existence as people who have made a choice against homosexuality as a preferred lifestyle choice, is perceived as an accusation by some. Of course, when we make the choice, we need to justify it. It is such a radical decision it is just as well to know why one does it ;-). As of this moment, it is as much to do with my wife and children as anything else. Maybe more. But I wouldn't go back. I love my wife and she and my kids are God's greatest gift to me besides my growing sense of self-respect and love. My whole world works well the way it is. If I had to lose my family for some reason (God forbid!) I would really stay the way I am. My whole support system is heterosexual. And I don't want to be gay. In my case it was a good plan to make sense of a chaotic childhood. I truly believe that my journey is towards heterosexuality as a by-product of Christ-likeness. And no, I don't know if it is the same for you, but I do know that Jesus has compassion for me the way I am and for you the way you are.

Does that mean that I am sliding towards a sort of post-modern relativism as far as the whole issue goes? No, I don't think so. I still believe that it was never God's intention for me to be gay and also for you. I believe that homosexuality is a product of the fall, as much as anything else in this world. Make of that what you will. But I don't think you are bad because you are gay, any more than I think I am bad because I have an over-developed desire to please people in order to be loved. It is just something I have to deal with and hope that my relationship with the Lord enables me to integrate in the most God-hornouring and people-loving way possible. (Lord! I even sound sanctimonious to myself! Pass the bag!)

A few of you have discussed the issue of whether I am actually bisexual and not innately gay. I couldn't say for sure. The issue brings up a few points. One: I am not attracted to any other women besides my wife. Two: I am still attracted to men. This is the additional attraction that I have to manage. Three: (and this is the can of worms) I most probably am not genetically gay (if there is such a thing). There are some men who know and have always known that they are gay. I am not one of them. It never occurred to me until I was 18. But once I discovered it I took to it like a duck to water.

The can of worms reveals the following: yes, I most probably should try and overcome my father issues and in the end outgrow my same-sex attraction. But what does that mean for those of you who are genetically gay? I honestly don't know. Does the bible make a distinction between homosexuals and people like me? They say so. Do I believe it? Not sure. Probably not. OK folks, hand out the bag of stones...!

You see why I would just like to ignore the whole issue until Jesus returns to tell us what the whole truth is?

Ex-Gay Watch #1

I have taken to processing some of my stuff on Ex-Gay Watch of all places! It is also on my ExGay Talk podcast if you want to listen instead. Otherwise I will be posting it here too... here it is!

"I think however that if we are all to be honest, we can only ever reflect the part of our journey we are on. There has been a time when I resolutely called myslf "no longer under the curse of death" (read: homosexual). After that I said I was no longer gay (read: that I had revoked my choice to live a gay lifestyle). After that I started admitting that I still had same-sex attractions, but that didn't mean that I was gay because the attractions were unwanted (and still are). Now I have moved one step further. I am in a place where I would rather stay in some sort of denial position and not say anything at all, because the issues are SO complex and it is simply not possible to reduce any person's journey to a formula that will work for everybody. But I can tell you, that people are more important than their ideology and God thinks so too. I have been absent for quite some time, not posting on any websites and not updating my own. I have not posted any podcasts either. I have been through an extended process of mourning the loss of a church that my wife and I planted (it is not over yet...) The (extremely destructive) process through which we went has exposed many huge holes in my psyche which we are trying to sort out as we speak. (we: me, the Lord, my wife and my councellor, and my good friends!) In the process it has come to my attention that seeing people as their ideology is damaging and that Jesus cares not one whit about it. In recent time gay marriage has been ligitimised in South Africa. Do I rant and rave in the streets about what this does for the image of marriage? NO! Why? Because I know some very dear gay people and if they were to want to get married I for one wouldn't want to be the one to say I wouldn't attend because I care for them and I know that the Lord does too! Would I attend? I have no idea. But I would have to process my decision with them based on my care for them and my being true to what I believe. Hence I really hope that they never decide to get married (denial).

While I was in hiding, I received an email from one of the moderators of Ex-Gay Watch, asking if I was OK, since I hadn't posted on my podcast in a while. I melted, and it affirmed for me what is to be my guiding principle as long as I remain vaguely sane: Jesus was (and is) concerned with people and their hearts and feelings and so I should be.

I have a lot more to say, and I will say it here to you as well as on my podcast as time goes by. This is enough for now. I will be updating my website since it is outdated and doesn't reflect where I am now. It would be more honest for it to reflect a developing journey, rather than a destination. God help me as I grow. And you too!"