In our lives, people sometimes do us wrong.

We are divine bodies of light and darkness

As sacred beings, we hold the wisdom to know what is best for our own selves.

Queer joy is resistance.

Discomfort /in the name of holy wholeness / Bring all of ourselves / in the name of holy, of wholeness

Safety is not tied to our capacity to watch our neighbors, but rather based on our capacity to truly look out for one another.

We can’t run from ourselves. The answer to safety is always closer rather than farther away.

Spirit of Life who dwells before and between and beyond all words… we open ourselves to you.

May we be with one another in solidarity and struggle.

It often feels like we’re shouting into the void. It was a gift to be reminded that sometimes someone is listening.

"I believe firmly that to practice love is to disrupt the status quo which is masquerading as peace." —posted on Austin Channing Brown's Instagram, June 17, 2020...

May we all remember how inextricably we are linked in this fight for justice and freedom.

The first time I was told that I was too queer to be a congregation's minister, they asked, "What will the neighbors think?,” as if it were the most natural question in the world. It was then that I understood how grace works: it’s costly. It requires us to be uncomfortable, to get outside...

We are never numbers to be tallied for turnout. We are more than a sum. Together, we are the hope and courage.

I once saw a little sign, carved in wood, that read, “There is only the hard way.” Many of us have been harmed by theology that told us that suffering was a sacrifice that would bring us closer to God. Many of us were told that our suffering would redeem us, even when we knew that actual...

In the weaving of our story to the web of life, we must remember that we must not cut the strings, for there are others coming after us.

To be free, you must embrace the breadth of your own existence without apology, even if they try to take it from you. You must know, not that you can do whatever you want; you are not a kudzu vine, eating entire hillsides for the purpose of feeding your own lush life. You must know instead, that...

This is a story of in-the-middle for those wondering how their story ends.

Black people are so accustomed to being ignored and invisible that a simple acknowledgement—a simple I see you—from a peer goes a long way.

You can’t be prejudiced, racist, sexist, or homophobic. After all, you belong to this faith. You don’t carry pitchforks and march with the Charlottesville gang. You don’t vote for Trump and you started the Women’s March chapter in your city. You are a good person with good intentions; you...