One year ago today I was getting ready, at this very hour, to sit down with the governing board of my church to place before them a letter telling them their pastor was a lesbian. I remember that as I sat in my office, trying not to hyperventilate, I opened my bible and read psalm after psalm.
O Lord, you have searched me and known me.
The Lord is my shepherd.
God is our refuge and our strength,
a very present help in trouble...
Be stlll, and know that I am God.
And so God is... God is God, and we are not, and it turns out the people of my congregation (beginning with that governing board) don't much care whether their pastor is a lesbian. They care whether she is a good pastor, preaching the Word, sharing the sacraments, visiting the sick and homebound, connecting with people of all ages... none of which I do perfectly, by any stretch, but all of which I try, every day, to do with love.
My revelation has been met with more love than I could have imagined. I am out to my congregation, to many (most) in my area, in and out of the church. I am so, so, so down-on-my-knees grateful, today, to be....
Now THAT is worth another Glory! Hallelujah!