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Christ's followers often don't show God's love

Being bisexual, and having grown up in Pastor Gary Wallace's congregation, it was sometimes hard to express the certainty with which I believed God didn't love me because of the way he made me.

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Many churches offer respect for gender minorities

Thank you to the teachers and administrators who have chosen a brave and principled path. Your compassionate direction is serving our community well.

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Jesus' message was one of love, not hate

I'm sick and tired of these people smearing mud on the image of Christians who are full of love and the true message that Jesus wants us to live our lives by.

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Suicides rise as LGBTQ groups are bullied

In response to Gary Wallace of River of Life Church: As a local member of PFLAG, I am very troubled by your denunciation and marginalization of members of our community who are LGBTQ.

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QHS students, staff honored by Fab Five's visit

We still have some bullying, harassment and racism in our schools, but having the Fab Five in our schools last week moved us one step closer to my hope that all students will be able to have a blast in Quincy Public Schools.

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Colleges key to improving Illinois higher education, economic climate

We should challenge our elected leaders to deliver concrete, realistic recommendations to make talking points a reality.

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Letter about 'Queer Eye' narrow minded, wrong

What in the devil has gotten into you, Pastor Gary Wallace?

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Vote yes on Proposition D to repair Missouri roads

It is past time that Missourians reinvest in our infrastructure, and we can finally do that with Proposition D.

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Faith in God survives Catholic clergy scandals

For several years at the beginning of this present century, the Catholic Church was plagued with an extremely poor religious image because of all of those clergy abuse scandals, which have rocked its very foundation.

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Thanks to man who returned lost purse

I'm very grateful to the man who found my purse and turned it in at Quincy City Hall on Columbus Day.