Last night I met a man who had been imprisoned just for being himself and, heard the story of a young girl, who could no longer live with the notion that she could just be herself.
I met many people whose love is considered second class. I met folk of courage with real stories to tell.
I met people who love their God, but no longer the church.
I met people committed to providing safe places, in the church, for those who have been alienated, rebuked, forsaken and, told that they no longer fit, by, wait for it, the church. Thank God for those who respond to the Gethsemane lament and even the Golgotha cry.
And, I felt ashamed. I felt ashamed that despite all that has taken place, their stories are not heard, listened to & truly acknowledged. I felt ashamed that their lives are case studies to be analysed & problems to be solved.
We are supposed to be the body, our table is supposed to be broad, we are supposed to be, called to be, mandated to be ‘OneBodyOneFaith.’ And yet, and yet, we fail and for that I lament.