Dear Bruce (Caitlyn),
First of all, I want to thank you for your bravery for being so vulnerable with the photographers at Vanity Fair. I can’t speak for you, but that probably wasn’t the easiest thing to do. Thank you, also, for your willingness to talk to Diane Sawyer about your struggles so openly. Again, probably not that easy.
I don’t write this letter to condemn or judge you. As a matter of fact, I would like to apologize on behalf of any Christian who berates you with their words and judges you with their looks. Please remember, not all Christians are alike.
Can I share my heart with you for a moment?

I think there’s some confusion in the god you referred to in your interview with Diane Sawyer and the God whom I know and love – the same one who knows and loves you.
You’re right about one thing. God definitely made you a “smart kid, very determined, with wonderful qualities.”
Not only did He give you amazing athletic abilities, but He made you a great father and step-father, with an amazing love for your kids, and a great husband. I’m sure you’ve made incredible business decisions to further your career. You’re definitely full of wonderful qualities. The world is a better place because you’re in it, because I know God doesn’t make mistakes.
But.. here’s where my heart aches for you. For God. You think God would look down, “chuckle a bit,” and say, “Hey let’s give him the soul of a female and let’s see how he deals with that?”
My friend, this is where I have to step in and say I don’t think we’re talking about the same God.
The God I know doesn’t make mistakes. The God I know doesn’t look down on His creation and decide to make them transgender, gay, etc. He doesn’t play a game of roulette and decide He wants one to be confused with their identity and the other perfectly “normal.”
The God who created you is full of love, mercy, compassion, and justice. There are things God hates. God isn’t all about warm and fuzzy, but He also doesn’t rule with an iron fist. He gives all his children opportunities to have deep relationship with Him, despite what they’ve done, where they’ve been in life, or who they believe they are.
Oh, my friend, if you would truly grasp how much God loves you – I mean truly get it – I’m not sure your thoughts would be the same about Caitlyn.
Please don’t misunderstand that sentence to say I don’t empathize with your struggles. They are very real and I don’t want to undermine that in any way.
May I ask you a question? What if you truly knew who you were in Christ? What if your security was in your relationship with Jesus instead of your own identity? What if we all fully grasped this, myself included? I ask this because God says we are complete in Him. He says when we have a relationship with Him, we have the mind of Christ. We are God’s masterpiece. We are part of a chosen generation. We are greatly loved by God.
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There are days I still struggle with my own identity. I struggle to be feminine. I struggle with a fear of men I sometimes wonder if I’ll ever be set free from. There are days I still think it’d be much easier for me to be a lesbian, because it’s much more comfortable and a lot less work. But then God reminds me who I am in Him and what He created me for. At times I grasp it quickly. Other times I fight it.
It’s a real struggle, my friend. But God is bigger than our struggles.
I write you this letter today not to condemn. Not to preach 100 Bible verses to you on what you’re doing wrong. We don’t know each other well enough to sit down in a coffee shop and talk at that intimate of a level. That’d be cool, though, if we could have coffee and hang out for a bit. I’ll buy.
I write you today to say you are loved. To ask you to open your mind and reconsider your thoughts on who you think God made you to be. To consider digging deeper into God’s Word to learn who He really created you to be and how much He longs and desires a deep, intimate relationship with you.
You are loved, my friend. Here’s to coffee sometime.