Unlike a lot of gay men, I'm religious.Not highly, highly religious, mind you. But I do have faith. I'm a Christian, a Lutheran. And I'm also fully capable of defending my sexuality in the context of religion (which has nothing to do with this entry at all, I'm just proud of it. :-P).
Defending my faith is another matter. But sometimes there is such a clear indication of some higher power at work, it's undeniable that there must be a God.
Just for one example: I should've gone to Emerson. At least in my mind, I was headed for Emerson in Boston. Instead I'm in Central Bumfuck Nowhere, Pennsylvania. And I love it. But it definitely took divine intervention to get me here -- I was so determined that I wanted to be at Emerson that there was nothing going to stop me except the most unusual series of events. And that series of events occurred!
Free application to the school I now attend (for which I did not even have to write an essay!), happening to be hospitalized when my audition for Emerson was scheduled for, Emerson's inability to reschedule me (they were booked solid, it's not that they didn't try), financial aid offered from my current school.
And now, here I am. Surrounded by friends, a respected figure on this campus, one of the prominent actors on campus...would I have gotten that at a school like Emerson? Chances are, not as much. The school is simply too big for me to handle at this point in my life, something I didn't realize beforehand.
Sometimes it just seems like no matter how much I screw up, I always end up headed in the right direction. Where I need to be going. If it's just a little tap on the shoulder, or a cosmic kick in the ass, correcting me and putting me back on track.
That's very reassuring.
