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Marvin Creates the Great Schism

In which Marvin learns (through an unnamed church informant) that his recent letter to families is causing a church split.

He also shares an explanation why he reacted so strongly to being told he should not work with children--he brings his skeletons out of the closet.
this is an audio post - click to play

Comments

Willie Hewes said…
Yes, you are a child of God. There is nothing wrong with you.
Christine Bakke said…
Hey Marvin. Wow, again, I can relate. It's almost spooky.

I am so sad that it brought up all this crap for you.

When I was growing up, I always wanted to work with kids. I wanted to be a missionary. I wanted to teach.

And the first thing someone said to me when I came out was, "Well you can forget about working with kids." And this was from a friend who was gay! I was so upset about that.

And that whole not being able to work with kids thing has been a very painful thing with me, as I think I've written to you about previously (I hope Peterson has been able to get you our comments; I know he's been so busy lately).

Anyway, I know how it feels. And I still think it was good you wrote the letter...

And Willie is right - you are a child of God and there is not a thing wrong with you.

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