The same people who published the unnecessary and homophobic Nashville Statement last year are at it again, this time with the Statement on Social Justice and the Gospel. Here’s a blackout poem that’ll let you know how Christians who don’t have a skewed understanding of our faith feel about social justice and the gospel.
“Boarding school teaches self-possession repeatedly and thoroughly, because it teaches you how to be in control when you’ve made every effort to be out of it.”
Apples! Honey! Vision boards! Fasting! Resolutions! Let’s talk about how we celebrate the Jewish High Holidays.
“I derailed Bible study tonight and Pastor Daniel ended up delivering a lecture about the danger of Britney Spears; specifically, Crossroads. He said she’s scandalous.”
“We took off on our bikes with the intention of shoplifting all the proper ingredients to make homely ham sandwiches.”
Jesus doesn’t have anything to say about gay people, but he has PLENTY to say about the kinds of religious leaders who support a man like Donald Trump.
A wedding moment…no…experience…that you need to watch, queer Asian filmmakers telling their own stories, Rainbow Voices Mumbai, and the rebel cow who parties with bison.
“Here was a community where race apparently didn’t matter, because we were all humans, made in the image of God. Where a pacifist, sensitive, caring Jesus was the primary male role model. I finally felt at home. I was promised complete acceptance and understanding, and all I had to give was… well, everything.”
Two sisters have a crush on the same girl and it’s somehow not a movie, a parent in her mid-thirties is freshly divorced, and this person wants to be involved in her partner’s religion but isn’t sure how to make it happen. Let’s solve some problems!
I grew up in Roy Moore’s Alabama; his hatred and zealotry have no limits. Now, he’s headed for the Senate, and he’ll likely win.
It’s nothing new, but that doesn’t mean it’s not dangerous.
“I’ve had countless hushed conversations with friends about this anxiety, and how it has led us to refrain from participation in activist events, conversations, and spaces because we feel inadequately radical.”
“I loved the Church, and I loved the gospel. I was the kind of Mormon who politely dismissed myself from classrooms when teachers showed R-rated movies. At my first and only high school rager, I texted my mother to pick me up because I felt out of place amidst the drinking and smoking. That was me, Straight-Edge Dera, except apparently I wasn’t so straight.”
I can’t make every passage better. There are some passages that are still, even after months of study, hard to accept. But I try to remind myself that it’s okay to be critical of what’s written and that questions can help my faith grow.
We’re here, we’re queer, and you should start acting like it.
It’s Pride month, it’s Ramadan, and it’s time to support queer and trans Muslims. Masjid al-Rabia and Everyone is Gay are here to help!
When my parents told me I was being “rebellious,” that my character was “ungodly” and that I was “going down the path to hell” for not doing the laundry that day or being a good caretaker in general, what they communicated to me was: I was not fulfilling my role properly, to continue to fail would mean more punishment, more isolation, unless I followed “God’s will.”
Trump doesn’t want to deal with LGBTQ activists, but he’s happy to legitimize discrimination even if he’s not legalizing it.
On Easter Sunday, I didn’t go to a church, but I quietly praised God at brunch in community with friends and strangers and so many carbs and those tiny Cadbury chocolate eggs.
I grew up hearing stories from elders about how integral the black church was to their lives during the Civil Rights era. Being a queer woman, I never quite felt that same sense of camaraderie in the church. So I found my sanctuary on Twitter.
