See through a glass darkly 

The narrow path of gay salvation

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  • Published 20230502
  • ISBN: 978-1-922212-83-2
  • Extent: 264pp
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‘I THINK MARRIAGE is between a man and a woman and that the Church shouldn’t be obliged to change that definition. It’s a sacred institution established by God and what God has made man cannot unmake or alter.’

I say these words with a huff, my maroon shirt ‘popping’ against the blackened room. I clutch nervously at my pant leg while a vein throbs on my temple. I am looking earnestly down the barrel of the camera for the 2019 SBS docuseries, Christians Like Us. 

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