The Hardest Thing
26.05.2005Or at least one of the hardest things…..
My regional minister, a person for whom I have immense respect, has a mantra he preaches all the time. He says, there is room for everyone at God’s table. (we have a great deal of glbt vs. anti glbt sentiment in the region)
It is hard for me to live this out. How can i sit at the same table where "they" sit…where "they" don’t believe I have the right to be ordained, to serve, even to have simple private rights like marriage?
"Their" language causes suffering and death. "Their" language causes massive spiritual violence towards the people I Love. It would be easier to sit at the table with a mass murderer…
But what am I saying?
When I moved to Denver, the first funeral I performed was for a young lesbian who committed suicide. Her Pentecostal pastor father told her it would be better if she had been a murderer because at least she could be saved from that. Suddenly my words aren’t too far away from his…
Be the change I want to see in the world. Love my enemies and pray for those who persecute me. Sit at a table that is big enough for all people, even those who would deny me my seat. Deep breath. Hard Spiritual Practice. The right choice.
Ona