By Mary Oliver
One day you finally knew
what you had to do, and began,
though the voices around you
their bad advice–
though the whole house
began to tremble
and you felt the old tug
at your ankles.
“Mend my life!”
each voice cried.
But you didn’t stop. -continue reading…>
It’s a grey, drizzly morning in Houston today, but I couldn’t be happier to be here. So many thoughts and feelings running through my mind and heart as the second day of the 2016 annual Gay Christian Network Conference begins.
Overwhelmed with the joy and love experienced as I connect and reconnect with some of the incredible people who have played roles of support, encouragement, and challenge in my journey over the last years.
Peace and thankfulness throughout worship last night, truly blessed to praise God with a community of faith that is honest in their brokenness and struggle, but still striving to be faithful to the One who is the source of all freedom.
Remembering this time last year, feeling trapped in that I couldn’t openly share my experience through the blog or my Facebook because I was still living that inauthentic life, not being completely honest about who I am. Then feeling amazed at how far I’ve come in the last year. That I am now in a place of freedom, emancipated from the chains of a false life. And because of that, I can share all of the amazing things that have and will occur at conference this year!
So if you’d like, follow along here for the next couple of days where I’ll be sharing the happenings at #gcnconf!
We will also be posting daily recaps at the Cinnamon Waffles Bible Study Podcast, so check us out there as well!
For those still languishing in the dark, afraid of what the daylight will bring.
I vividly remember that 15-year old high school kid facedown during worship, tears soaking the blue-speckled carpet beneath him, in anguish because his deepest secret made him unclean.
Just a few of the words I had heard used to talk about people like me, a scalpel of rhetoric slowly,
cutting away at my soul.
I remember that same kid four years later, kneeling at the foot of a cross, face soaked in despair, begging God to take this cup from him.
I hated who I was, but no one would have ever guessed. continue reading…