April 30, 2018 - A survivor of "conversion therapy" tries to find a church that doesn't just tolerate, but embraces.
The church service was exactly how I remembered it as a child. I raised my hands in praise as the worship team sang songs I had heard on the radio every day of my childhood. I swayed and closed my eyes as the feelings of love and community and honor to God filled every part of my body.
This was home. Or so I thought.