All around the university, rainbow flags flapped in the wind. Their presence both troubled and pleased me—a reminder of still feeling in-between. Were they a sign of my liberty or of my oppression? I didn’t fit in the gay world anymore, and I didn’t fully fit in the Christian one either. I turned my eyes back to the mosaic of the Martyrs’ Cross on the asphalt. We will all die, I thought. But the question is, what we will die for? Like the martyrs who died on that ground, I had to be willing to give my whole life to following Christ, even if that meant living a deeply unpopular life and being
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