This is about my relationship with InterVarsity, how a light became a fire, and how the ashes became something new.
Our home is stamped with Ada’s art: photographs of the canyon from our first trip together; a mounted sage leaf from my grandmother’s garden and a jay feather from our first neighborhood; our wedding vows framed in our bouquets’ peony petals - this piece is my favorite.
If you’re from a conservative Christian background and trying to navigate the ethics of sex, this one’s for you, whether or not you are blessed to be LGBTQ.
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.
Welcome to our first Que(e)ries Q&A, and Happy New Year! This post includes four questions that refuse to be categorized. They’re fabulous on their own.
I eventually took flight from my non-affirming church after taking hits critical enough to damage rather than boost my relationship with God and God’s kin-dom. Here's the journey I’ve been on since then - this time with Ada as my co-pilot.
When Ada and I first started dating, I was attending the church that had been my home through college. The Living Room was a Southern Baptist-lite church bustling with twenty-somethings, all gathered around a charismatic worship band and our bearded, blue-jeaned preacher Mel.
As we shift gears into the full thrust of the holiday season, we acknowledge the pain that this time brings for many - especially for LGBTQ folks for whom home or family may not be places of cheer or refuge. For levity, and with brevity, we’d like to share a few of the first firsts that we experienced together as a couple.
I love getting asked how Ada and I met. It’s kind of a silly story, but it challenges stereotypes: we met at a pizza party at our college Christian fellowship.
If you’ve read The Beginning, you may still be wondering how exactly we reached an affirming decision through our Bible study. What changed? What was affirmed? And what did we hear God say?