My AMAZING Priest has been a light in my "gay lil life". He visited me in rehab, every single time, he married both my sisters, he takes time out of his service to explain it to the kids and gives them some candy (I know that part sounds creepy but, it's the reward for listening). He doesn't meet anyone alone and He visits every patient in the hospital, attends every funeral, drives a beat up car (coz he doesn't use the money of the church) and we are a SMALL church. He has a stutter so, people don't attend coz of drums or guitars, or a preacher shouting. They attend coz of the message. I'm covered in tattoo's, I'm a lesbian, I'm a recovering addict and I have NEVER been judged by him. Just loved and supported.
