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A message to The Closeted…..
There are wolves in the pulpit, sirens in the pews, and self‑appointed arbiters of morality wielding God’s name like a weapon. Yet behind every chest‑thumping sermon decrying “sin,” lies the stench of closet‑bred fear masquerading as righteousness. This is no polite theological debate. This is a full‑throated unmasking—an operation snatch‑and‑grab where the closet doors are torn off. Because every time a so‑called defender of family values opens his mouth to condemn gay people, he’s really begging for absolution from his own shame. And if we show he’s innocent, he collapses—because his power depends on that shame remaining buried. This deep dive will rip off their counterfeit faces, expose their cowardice, shame the hypocrites and honor the brave. Expect no mercy.
Many of the indoctrinated need the Bible to condemn same‑sex attraction. They scan every verse like treasure hunters, desperate for “proof” that God hates gay sons and daughters. Yet when confronted with original languages, historical context, and the full sweep of canonical teaching—even the staunchest preachers flinch. If presented clearly—words, context, original languages—they recoil. Because believing otherwise erodes their authority. It’s easier to cling to fear than to allow hope. They’re allergic to love. And that refusal betrays a counterfeit faith—that weaponizes Scripture to justify exclusion, not a faith that bridges hearts.
They’re in a crisis of hope: to let go of hateful certainty would be to unravel their platform. They seize onto mistranslations, cherry‑picked verses, isolated cultural reflections—anything to maintain the narrative. But to hold firm to the truth would strip them of their moral throne, dissolve their persecution mythology, and open floodgates of compassion they’ve spent lifetimes damming.
Hatred often pointing to its own reflection: Homophobia is frequently the smoke alarm for closet sexuality. The louder the anti‑gay rhetoric, the closer they are to their own suppressed desires. Look at Ted Haggard, once the face of mainstream evangelicalism, president of the National Association of Evangelicals, daily influencer on White House calls, championing anti‑gay marriage amendment in Colorado. Then in 2006, he was accused of paying a male escort for sex for three years and using crystal meth; he voluntarily resigned from New Life Church the same day. Later investigations surfaced payouts over alleged sexual impropriety with other men. He preached hate, but lived desperation; preaching against the very sin he was entangled in. Once daylight hit, he tried rebuilding—but the damage remains a tarnished mirror of fear.
George Rekers, co‑founder of NARTH and conversion‑therapy evangelist, traveled Europe with a male escort who admitted giving him “sexual massages.” Rekers had testified against gay parenthood and aligned with the Family Research Council. When exposed in 2010, he resigned in disgrace—but denied being gay. The projection is textbook: hurling accusations of perversion while hiring a rent boy.
These stories aren’t anomalies—they’re moral fossil fuels: the more vehement the rhetoric, the deeper the secrecy.
Mega-churches built on biblical authority often mask rot. Eddie Long, leading a giant Black megachurch in Georgia, preached fiery condemnation of “homosexual sin.” Yet in 2011, he was accused by multiple young men in his youth ministry of sexual misconduct. The church settled quietly. Moral leader turned predator in plain sight.
Robert Morris, founder of Gateway Church, known for anti‑gay narrative, confessed in the 1980s to molesting a girl starting at age 12. Later he admitted to “inappropriate sexual behavior” yet remained on stage, leading congregations for decades. These aren’t fringe whisperings—they’re central figures whose power relied on image, whose scandals were sanitized to maintain the facade.
Ralph Shortey, Oklahoma State Senator, branded himself as a Christian conservative, voting for anti-LGBT bills, aligning with Trump campaign leadership. In March 2017, police found him in a motel room with a 17-year-old boy, condoms and lotion visible. He offered cash in exchange for sex. He was charged with child prostitution, transporting a minor, and statutory prostitution near a church. By November, he pleaded guilty to federal child sex trafficking. Sentenced to 15 years prison, followed by supervised release. The same man who stripped rights from queer people was exploiting a minor. A grotesque double standard.
Similar patterns repeat: ultra‑conservative lawmakers backing anti‑groomer rhetoric while meticulously hiding a groomer in their own closet. Their hypocrisy is institutional.
The Roman Catholic Church, centuries of sexual abuse cover-ups—mostly boys abused in parish schools, institutionally enabled, bishops relocated predators, whistleblowers silenced. This abuse persisted while the hierarchy publicly condemned homosexuality. Their structural hypocrisy: attacking orientation while protecting predators. This legacy isn’t ancient history—it’s ongoing institutional rot. Moral gatekeepers masquerading as guardians, while harboring nightmares in the nursery.
They are arsonists preaching fire prevention, while dousing children’s beds in gasoline at night. They are snakes cloaked in shepherd’s wool, bellowing curses at lambs with venom in their own veins. They are puppeteers pulling hate from closet strings—but when exposed, they squeal like piglets under a butcher’s knife. They peddle divine authority but feed on cowardice. Their righteousness is counterfeit, their faith an opiate to dull self-hatred.
They’re like architects of prisons who lock themselves inside, calling it fortitude. They’re barnacles on hope, choking empathy while dressing it in scripture. Brave souls live openly in the light they cannot brave; the rest hide behind spines of scripture, afraid to admit their fear is self‑directed. Their hatred is fear; their zeal is panic; their hatred for others is self‑loathing projected outward.
So here lies the indictment: hypocrisy calls itself holy, bigotry parades as biblical, cowardice masquerades as conviction. But every time God’s name is used to spit on gay children of God, He hears the echo of fear cloaked as theology—and it disgusts Him. These pastors, politicians, pretenders—and predators—they will stare down their own reflections if only the closet door snaps open. We are not drawn by mercy for them—but by righteous fury for the innocent. And that is why we will not flinch. Their lies crumble under the light; their fear becomes their confession. We’ll tear down the lies, rip off the masks, and expose the worst hatred of all—that born from a coward’s closet.
