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.
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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 [...]
I grew up in a village in Maine where most folks made their living at sea. In that village is a little white church (in every sense of each adjective), and I was a part of that community from birth through my college years. I’ve written about leaving my non-affirming college church, but leaving my family’s church was a different process: one marked by more nuance and nostalgia. After coming out as queer, I started feeling unwelcome at the little white church that raised me.