I heard yesterday that I am “just an angry lesbian.”
It takes only one phrase,
uttered by those in charge of writing history,
to erase the reality of those not in power.
This is not a new thought.
know who writes history
and it is not them.
It had never been so personal before.
If I were writing my history
this is the story I would tell:
Godde called me to ministry.
I had to figure out what it meant.
I went to seminary with the intention of being
and willing to engage in difficult, often hurtful conversations.
I made that choice
It came with a great price.
I got to experience personal rejection
and ignorance in the name of God
that daily crushed my spirit.
And yet I believed
I had the strength to engage
To retain my integrity.
So I did.
And I thank Godde for sustaining me in that time.
I didn’t realize that
my witness would be silenced
by a lie.