The following is a list of practical, everyday tips to improve our allyship to God’s beloved queer and trans children.
Don’t look for answers from those who haven’t even inquired.
...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.
This is about my relationship with InterVarsity, how a light became a fire, and how the ashes became something new.
“I want to keep quiet,” said an old college fellowship friend to me, “but I can’t. What you’re doing is wrong.” The message - a response to our engagement announcement - came with a barrage of Bible verses and rationale: judgment in a cloak of compassion.
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.
We have a vision for what the future of the blog will look like, but before we get there, we want to pause and hear from you.
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.