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.
"Lately, my faith has been teaching me to better embrace grief. The Bible is filled with examples of deep mourning: the loss of a homeland, the loss of political independence, the loss of a child, the loss of a Savior. These are not happy stories..."
It will take the longest days and the sleeplessness, and it will take the anger and misunderstanding and the exile and the loneliness. It will take you making it through this.
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.) [...]
It’s been a week now since the release of the Statement on God’s Justice. Over 1,000 signatures later, I ask myself what the Statement has meant and what it will mean.
I had worried that as the sole Christian in my family, my coming out to my mother would hurt what Christians call my “witness”: the theology I live to demonstrate to others who God is. How can you be a Christian, she asked me then, if you are gay?
There's a prevailing Western notion that it's only by loving yourself that you learn to love others. But self-love - and self-love first and foremost - can seem unattainable for many of us, and especially anyone who struggles with shame.