To hear a recording of this sermon that I had the honor to share at HopeGateWay last week, click here. The sermon is approximated below as text:
Church is hard. I’ve never met more people with whom I disagree and people I don’t understand than I have at church. I’ve been disappointed in church, and I’ve disappointed others in church. Church costs time, energy, and money. It asks me to make choices I don’t want to make and to interrogate those choices thereafter. Zora’s good at most of this. Me, I’ve got farther to go. And that’s why I belong here.
Zora Ada and I had an uncomfortable Lyft ride this summer. We were headed home well after midnight, weary from a long series of flights. A middle-aged white man picked us up at the baggage claim, and he and Ada exchanged the usual post-airport pleasantries. (I usually sit back and let her do the talking.) [...]
Zora Now that Pride month is over in the U.S. (boo!), all our favorite stores are back on their cis-/heteronormative sales train. Yesterday I passed by some coffee mugs branded with, “Soon To Be Her Mr.” and “Soon To Be His Mrs.” (I’m a Maxxinista for life, but T.J. Maxx sure has some gaudy heteronormative [...]
...Both translations of disappointment hurt because they incite us to determine our own self-worth with the never-satisfied measuring stick of our perceived worth to others.
Zora During the first few months of college, I had a difficult time making close friends. It wasn’t because I was queer; I hadn’t yet realized that I was. It wasn’t that I was unlikeable; I had made plenty of casual friendships. When it came time for our first break on Indigenous Peoples' Weekend, I [...]