And where would I go

Carlo Carretto has a poem that ends "And where would I go?" (posted recently) that I love. My experience in the church has been wonderful and wonderfully painful. I love the denomination where I was raised and yet.... my experience of coming into acceptance of my sexual orientation has left me bruised and battered. My family has been turning out pastors, elders, and deacons in the Presbyterian church for a number of generations. Calvinist theology is in my blood. And yet... and yet... when I here people misusing scripture to condemn me because of my sexual orientation rather than my actions, when I hear people ignore reformed theology which states that we are all sinners in favor of condemning what they consider to be a particular sin, when I listen for a welcome that isn't there, then I wonder why I should stay. But the church and this denomination is who I am. They may throw me out, but I cannot leave.