{"id":549,"date":"2017-07-24T13:33:31","date_gmt":"2017-07-24T17:33:31","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/connietuttle.com\/blog\/?p=549"},"modified":"2017-07-24T18:17:10","modified_gmt":"2017-07-24T22:17:10","slug":"i-will-not-leave-you-comfortless","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/connietuttle.com\/blog\/i-will-not-leave-you-comfortless\/","title":{"rendered":"I Will Not Leave You Comfortless"},"content":{"rendered":"

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I can imagine no pain greater than one\u2019s child dying. It is out of the natural order of things. It is difficult enough to lose one\u2019s parent\u2019s but we know that death is the natural end to a long life. It isn’t the natural end to a young one.<\/p>\n

I will not use names because I respect the family whose loss is so recent, so raw, so unexpected. But I will tell you about a young woman with a huge heart, kind and loving, who adored her fur-kids, and lived out loud. She loved her family and they adored her. Now you might not think that needs remarked upon, and it wouldn\u2019t, except that she was a lesbian born and raised in the South.<\/p>\n

Born and raised in the Baptist Church where her family still worships. Where the pastor refused to hold her memorial service.<\/p>\n

Mister, you make me ashamed to be a Christian. Or more truthfully, you make me ashamed that you call yourself a Christian.<\/em> Over the years I\u2019ve been told I wasn\u2019t really a Christian because: a. I am an activist. B. I\u2019m a feminist. C. I am a lesbian. And D. my theology is heretical. My piety credentials don\u2019t pass muster. And that’s alright by me. Lest we forget, Jesus’ piety credentials didn’t pass muster either. If yours do, then I want no part of what you call Christianity.<\/p>\n

It breaks my imagination to conceive of a \u2018pastor\u2019 who would refuse comfort and grace to a grieving family. Show me where you can justify your actions by asking what Jesus would do. Or show me, even if you worship rules, how you can refuse to offer comfort. Is it because the skirts of your self-righteousness might touch the ground? Is it because rejecting a soul that has been in the care of your community from birth is what you think is the ‘faithful’ thing to do? Is it because you simply don’t want to challenge your own discomfort? The discomfort of others? Are you afraid that the offering plate might not be so full? \u00a0Whatever the reason, there is no justification for the ham-handed, soul-less way you treated a family, all of whom, living or dead, are children of God.<\/p>\n

To my dear friend’s family: I hate that you had to deal with the grief of rejection in addition to the enormous grief of your loss. One of the sure times we rely on our faith community is at the death of a loved one. Please know that wherever you find comfort and love, acceptance and shared grief, God is with you. The community of Spirit may look unfamiliar but \u00a0whatever colors, beliefs, disbeliefs, genders, or sexualities, know \u00a0you encounter Jesus there. You were not left alone. Jesus sits with you, holds you, lends you comfort in every face that is turned toward you and not away, in everyone who shared in her life and shares in your sadness, in ever person who reaches out in small ways and large. God enfolds you with grace and care. And God embraces the one we have lost with a love we can hardly imagine.<\/p>\n

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\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0John 14:18 \u00a0I will not leave you comfortless: I will come to you.<\/strong><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

I can imagine no pain greater than one\u2019s child dying. It is out of the natural order of things. It is difficult enough to lose one\u2019s parent\u2019s but we know that death is the natural end to a long life. It isn’t the natural end to a young one. I will not use names because … Continue reading I Will Not Leave You Comfortless<\/span> →<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[6,7,5,13,22,21,19,1],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/connietuttle.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/549"}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/connietuttle.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/connietuttle.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/connietuttle.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/connietuttle.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=549"}],"version-history":[{"count":6,"href":"http:\/\/connietuttle.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/549\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":558,"href":"http:\/\/connietuttle.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/549\/revisions\/558"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/connietuttle.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=549"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/connietuttle.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=549"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/connietuttle.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=549"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}