When I was a child, I was also terrified by the film “A Thief In The Night.” The church I attended with my family screened it for the entire congregation shortly after it was released when I must have been about 10 years old.

It haunted me, that is to say terrified me, for years. I’ve never heard it called a horror film before, but I think you’re exactly right about that classification.

I could not sleep. I was afraid to look at the sky. My parents couldn’t understand what I was so afraid of, given we were all “saved.” none of the horrible things in that film were going to happen to any of us.

I couldn’t put into words, to them or to myself, why I so strongly doubted I would among those snatched into the heavens with Jesus. But I understood clearly by the time I was 12. I knew I could not be saved, because Jesus would not take away my homosexuality.

Narrow was the gate, far too narrow for a pervert like me, or that’s how I understood things for most of my childhood right up until I was about 16 years old.