Our Sean Maguire

There is a movie coming out this weekend. It's called Boy Erased, and it is about "Conversion Therapy." It is an anguishing story of a boy and his parents trying desperately to overcome his "being gay." When the trailer came out a few months ago, I was immediately tagged on Facebook and asked for my response. I had to decline. What could I say in response other than, "the trailer is emotionally poignant and incredibly well put together. The story told in the trailer causes my

Have I “polluted the spring water of friendship with the filth of concupiscence?” That's borrowing language from Saint Augustine of Hippo. I didn't know what the word "concupiscence" meant until I looked it up recently. The idea of concupiscence is central in a debate being waged around the Revoice Conference. I wrote briefly about this conference before. So What is Concupiscence? According to a quick search for a dictionary definition, concupiscence is lust. Especially sex

Longing for Motherhood is not a book you would expect to find men reading and enjoying. The title indicates an emotional depth related exclusively to maternal concerns. I assure you there is a lot to this book which applies far more broadly than infertility. I loved reading this book by my friend, Chelsea Patterson Sobolik. I got it in the mail when it was published, and was able to read it one day when my office was closed and I had the whole day set aside for reading. I sta

Last Monday I was at a memorial service for a brother I never met. He was a Deacon in my church. His name is Bill Alsworth. He was part of the family of God at Stony Point Presbyterian Church for eight years, and served as a Deacon faithfully for many of those years. He died of Leukemia, which had rendered him bedridden for the last months of his life. While he was sick, he had so many visitors from Stony Point that the staff at the hospice care facility thought he was famous

Someone wrote the word "gay" with their finger on the dusty spoiler of my car. I want to make it absolutely clear that I am not "gay." Neither am I "homosexual." I am a "same-sex attracted" man. Why do I make such a big deal about the use of words like “gay,” “homosexual,” and “same-sex attracted?” For two reasons: First, I’ve always loved precision. I’m the kind of jerk who will correct people online about their improper word choice and grammar. More than that, I'm the kind

This book is filled with anecdotes which are used to teach eternal truths from Scripture. The stories don’t go in order, but are weaved together in the same way ingredients are pulled together in a meal. This book is like a great meal. It challenges me in every chapter. Do I live out radical ordinary hospitality? Surely I am excused from doing this, right? Shouldn’t I be exempt from this practice because I am a single man who rents a room and struggles with pornography addict

When I saw this T-shirt, I had to say something about it. This weekend I was spending a few short days with friends in Lynchburg, VA. I got to see some friends who had just taken the Bar exam. I watched a very talented friend perform in the title role of the show "Barnum." I also met a dad who was wearing a very provocative shirt. It took me a while to come up with that word to describe the shirt. When I first saw him enter the restaurant where I was eating, I couldn't tell w

This book is a modern retelling of the Parable of the Prodigal Son. Christopher Yuan is joined by Angela Yuan, his mother, in telling this story of two prodigals who are redeemed by Christ. It is a Prodigal Son story, which details the way the prodigal spent the wasted years, and how years of faithful prayer are answered. Christopher went by Chris before he was redeemed. He lived the quintessential "gay lifestyle," filling his nights with sex, dancing, and drugs. These things

Going into some details about what it means to pursue godliness with same-sex sexual attractions. Can SSA be celebrated? Must SSA be suppres

I believe that God has placed me in the perfect family for what I need. I’m the sixth of thirteen children, and my older siblings and parents demonstrated Christ to me at a young age. My earliest memory is from when I was about six years old. I distinctly remember walking from the upstairs through to the kitchen. While I was walking through the living room I was interrupted when all of my thoughts came together. I remember realizing that my parents were good people. They were