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it is not enough.
it will never be enough
to take His body—
God, the corpse.
we have not stopped spinning
since the moment Your voice
called us into action
for You are life.
Your voice compelled us
to bring forth life
and we revel in that life
today--
i know, this day
will be remembered
for Your divine purpose
(that i cannot begin to understand)
i know, others question
their God
our God,
You
but today--
i'm sorry, today--
i can only see You as my child.
what wonder
that here
i have seen
salvation.
here, in death
here, in judgement
here, in the least of all possible places
here You are
i have been condemned
justly
what you have to do
is remember
that they deserve this.
even if you do not know why
even if you wonder if they really--
yes.
they do.
He didn't really speak to us.
...did He?
there is no one
who speaks to us
except
to shoo us away
i have become so used to the harshness
the words spat at us to make us feel
like a nuisance
unwanted
unloved
outside
i do not want
any part of this.
i came to be a witness
to speak to the horrors
so that when they pretend
all was right
i can speak
and tell what i saw
tell how i saw innocence die.
the energy is electrifying
i cannot describe
the swell
the movement
the rhythm
i first saw the crowd
early in the week
shouting "hosanna!"
"save us!"
it is amazing;
the things
that become
normal.
amazing is maybe not the write word
intense, or
horrifying, or
unreal, or
disturbing, or
wrong.
a job is a job and
coin is coin and
excuses are excuses.
5. Pilate
all of it is smoke and mirrors.
law. judgement. righteousness.
me.
you look to us and see power--
but what power do i have
if i cannot save the life
of an innocent man?
all of this is too much for me.
what was i supposed to do?
4. Peter
i will never forget the day
You said
that i was the rock
upon which You would build Your church.
i have seared it into me
to serve as armor
to protect me from my fear.
3. a member of the council
it is a strange and heavy thing
to be entrusted with the sacred.
to hold tradition and revelation
history and creativity
for this beautiful and strange group
we call
"Your people".
2. Judas
here is my confession:
You are my God
and
it was so easy to
betray You.
perhaps because
i am so practiced at it.
1. a son of Zebedee
please
do not speak to me
if you do not know--
don't you dare judge me
(i do enough of that myself)
unless you have felt--
i didn't know.
we so rarely get to know.
Over the course of 16 years, this organization has lived beyond its name; inviting everyone under the LGBTQIA umbrella to come together and encounter Jesus. At Conference last year, Justin Lee announced from the stage that GCN would change its name to reflect the inclusivity and diversity of our community.
We are a community who comes together to laugh, cry, pray, celebrate, learn, teach, and grow together. It is this community that is the very foundation of Q Christian Fellowship and its programs.
I needed to locate people who understood this strange tight rope walk, people who shared my faith. People who loved Jesus. People who wouldn’t judge or demean my precious daughter… and who wouldn’t judge me or label me a hater because of my personal spiritual struggle.
I began asking questions as though God’s love for me was not only stable, but also unceasing. I began asking questions of God as though I was God’s beloved child.
The Board of Directors of the Gay Christian Network is pleased to announce the addition of four new members to the GCN board. We are thrilled to be able to add such a competent, diverse and capable group of leaders to the board.
Mirroring is a fundamental mechanism that literally alters not only the classification of what we crave emotionally, but also the way in which we craft our own self-understanding. Mirroring gives us the ability to trust our True Self or reinforces our man-made False Self.
it started with grief.
it started with the grief that comes from a recent loss
steeling yourself for the reminders that sneak up on you.
preparing for how different your life is going to be now,
the new normal of grief.
it started with the most familiar ritual:
the graveside visit,
the pilgrimage to the place His body lay
because it is a strange comfort to rest
in the last evidence we can find
of a loved one’s presence.