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Claire de Luna's avatar

An important article from PITT {Parents with Inconvenient Truths about Trans) that delves into the disenfranchised grief parents of trans identitying children experience. It is a living hell. My daughter has desisted, but we live in a state of hypervigilance, on tenderhooks constantly searching for clues the poison may be seeping back in. I wouldn't wish the mental torture on my worst enemy. I found solace in groups from Our Duty, Bayswater, and with people I've got to know such as the brilliant @EDIJester and the amazing @James Esses who've both helped me more than they will ever know. This Christmas I send love and compassion to all the other parents in our position. You are not alone.

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Jerry's avatar

This piece hasn't lost its resonance since first posted a few years ago.

Christianity is a religion for the suffering. Its central symbol is, after all, the cross...an instrument of suffering. Even God's own Son whose birth we celebrate at this time of year was not exempt.

Yet Christianity's central message is that suffering...like the cross...is not the end of the story. In fact, one of the beatitudes preached by Jesus in a famous sermon speaks to this: "Blessed are they who mourn for they shall be comforted."

This was the power of Christianity and why it spread like wildfire throughout the Western world. It was from the first a religion for slaves, outcasts, the lowly, the rejected, the suffering, the despairing. In short, all of us.

There is a catch of course. To belong you need faith...and you need repentance. You don't get to make your own rules. You live by God's rules.

As a father of six who never had to deal with the nightmare of the Gender Cult, which is at its poisonous heart a total inversion of God's rules, my prayers, especially at this time of year, go out to those caught up in this madness. I can understand the emotional and spiritual agony of experiencing the living death of a child.

Two weeks ago I attended the funeral of the best friend of one of my daughters who had succumbed to pancreatic cancer. She was a 39-year old woman, devout Christian, mother of three young children, and very close to my daughter's family whose own children called her Aunt.

Life is good...but it can also be hard...and difficult to understand. Bad things happen. Good people suffer. We don't know why...but our faith tells us there is a reason...and ultimately a happy ending.

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