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The issue is if they were truly on the side of LGBTQAI+ infividuals and wanted to have them in their churches, they would state it plainly on their websites and be inclusive in their worship services.

In the mid 10's I noticed multiple LGBTQAI+ individuals who said they were in church but that it felt one-sided or worse... it was a sick version of, "Don't Tell, We Won't Ask."

It pains me to see that you are now starting to feel similar rejection, judgment and outright hatred from your old community of belief. Out of everyone I have met in over 30 years representing belief in any form you are the sole individual I can say has maintained my respect and dare I admit, garnered trust.

Thank you for your continued work to mending the hearts and minds/souls of those who have found refuge under your wings of grace, leadership, knowledge and kinship. The church has a great deal to learn from you.

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Ginny …”Ginnyology”'s avatar

I can no longer enter a church. It is difficult even for funerals and I am a death doula end an end of life companion so it isn’t the service and Honoring it is the hymns and messages. And just the energy So many masks. I can’t wear mine any more in a church setting anyway

What has been bubbling up for me for a while now is this : my faith in myself, ln energy of love that holds me has grown larger and still does once I stepped away from organized religion. Faith to me and for me doesn’t need church or sermons or for me even Jesus.

I have Left church completely. I don’t even need to defend this with anyone any more or mention I’ve left if they share what is important to them. I listen and move on if need be.

The more I honor what aligns and serves me the less I need to defend my oath to anyone

What church did provide was a community of people who served beyond themselves a way ti meet friends. Or so i thought. Once I left a women’s Bible study of ten years to go to work, I never got a call from one of the ten women. Just the hello at church on Sunday. Telling

And yet as someone who has moved a lot and started over

I grew weary of potatoes needing to be cut a certain way to cook and be mashed! Grace was the deer friend I had that I companion still. Grace was not a verb in church.

And as I sat in church listening to readings and songs and sermons, it was this same type of path….ONE way to do something

I continue to remove words and phrases of my conditioning as a Christian , as a woman carrying the water for the patriarchy before I knew I was doing this!

I don’t shout it out I continue to simply embody what serves me and take that out to whoever I meet

And slowly I am finding my circle no my horseshoe. A horseshoe has no closed ends!

Allows for others to join if I shift a bit!

Faith in trusting the uncertainties the ambiguities

Is it church we need or is it a community filled with grace , love , open hearts and compassion??

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