A few weeks ago, Rev. Maggie Wellert, a local retired Moravian pastor, shared an illustration with our congregation. (Paraphrased here – various versions available online from a variety of sources.) A little boy was awoken by a loud thunderstorm in the middle of the night. He cried out for his father who quickly rushed into the boy’s room. The boy told his father that he was frightened of the storm, and his father said, “But son, remember what you learned in Sunday School?
Following the e-mail I sent to many in my congregation last week, I was confronted by another member in church. She was distressed that I had sent such an angry and hateful e-mail to "half of the congregation!" I calmly spoke with her, listening to the pain and fear in her voice as she described the last time our congregation discussed queer issues. A former pastor was asked to resign after performing a same-sex union without permission from the congregation (this was abou
The election happened. The results are real. Once again, the popular vote doesn't matter. Donald Trump will be in the White House. Here's the good news: I'm still breathing. I'm even keeping food down again. This week, I found myself returning to an article from a Presbyterian pastor whose blog I follow religiously (pun intended!): Why Even Progressive Christianity Must Own its Complicity in Anti-LGBT Violence. And I realized that despite being an openly queer Christia