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.
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.
When you’re a woman in the United States, cutting your hair can be a big deal. People suddenly think you need their opinion.
So, in the face of all opposition, why did I decide to get married?
Our wedding was a sacrament. In the Christian tradition, all weddings are sacraments. And queer weddings are sacraments too and are sacraments especially.
Last winter, Zora had asked me to write about mental health. I couldn’t finish the post. I was scared and ashamed.