There are two things that makes my nerd heart sing: liturgy and communal worship. While I love both of these things, I often find myself avoiding worship due to being uncomfortable. Uncomfortable about what? You may ask. Uncomfortable to know when I walk into a worship setting there is a high likelihood - even in a queer-affirming church - that something will speak to my exclusion. Not the type of exclusion where I can’t come in. In fact most progressive churches would be more than welcoming. It’s the type of exclusion that revolves around language. When you sing a hymn that speaks about brothers and sisters - I am excluded. When you don’t change brothers and sisters in a Biblical reading - I am excluded. When the pastor consecrates the elements for communion and says brothers and sisters - I am excluded. One may tell me that I am being hypersensitive, but I don’t think that is the case. These words that we use create our reality of who is included in the realm of God and who is
Queering the Church One Step at a Time