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Growing Up in a Christian Community Growing up in a small, tight-knit Christian community in the Midwest, I always knew I was different. The sermons on Sundays, the youth group meetings, the whispered conversations among adults – they all had one thing in common: a firm stance against homosexuality. As a young boy, I sat in those wooden pews, absorbing every word, every nuance, and with each passing Sunday, a part of me shriveled a little more inside. I knew I was gay from a young age. But in a community where being gay was synonymous with sin, I struggled…