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No Longer a Methodist

Yesterday, the United Methodist church voted to uphold its ban on same-sex marriage and LGBTQ+ clergy.

Because of this, my home church will likely leave the denomination.

I don’t know what entails.

The anger and disappointment are coming on slowly.

I didn’t think this would actually happen. When my pastor proposed the four different plans to be voted on at the General Conference, I thought for sure the denomination would choose the moderate One Church Plan.

Instead, they chose the Traditionalist plan.

I no longer have a place in the denomination I just joined.

While my church is wonderful and affirming and I plan to stay there, I still grieve this schism between affirming congregations and the larger Methodist body.

It sucks to feel like I found my people and have that be taken away.

I get to add this experience to the list of times I’ve felt rejected by the church.

To all the people who love to tell me, “wElL, tHe ChUrCh Is FuLl oF bRoKeN pEoPlE…”:

You have NO idea how this feels. I’ve been consistently rejected by a people that claims to love me.

I’m sick on behalf of myself and my friends.

I’m tired of hearing my experiences equated with others’, as if straight people having their feelings hurt AT ALL equals being told by the pulpit that God finds me disgusting.

I’m tired of watching the church prioritize other people’s biblical interpretations over my humanity.

To the Methodist denomination at large: you fucked up a chance to make good with the LGBTQ+ community.

To choose not to affirm LGBTQ+ church members whose gifts you’ve utilized in the past is fucked.

You rejected yet another opportunity to stand with my community.

That hurts.

I’m tired of hearing sermons on the supposedly all-loving body of Christ when shit like this keeps happening.

One of my Seattle friends is hopeful. She looks forward to a new beginning.

I’m not there yet.

I can only see what’s been lost.

My only prayer right now is, “All right, God…what are you going to do?”

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She/her. 4w3. Lover of vegan cream cheese and performative angst. In 2014, tired of my pop culture rants, my mom told me, "You should start a blog!" In 2015, needing a place to gush about the new Star Wars trilogy, I created this site. In 2016, while working an insane schedule at the local bakery, I stopped writing. That same year, I moved to Seattle. Picture every fresh-faced young woman you've ever seen stepping out of a taxi in a movie. That was me...only with a lot more anxiety and shorter hair. Living here has been a trip. I'm not always happy, but I find plenty of stuff to write about. I love to call out, complain, overreact, analyze, and reimagine. This site contains the fruit of that labor.

10 thoughts on “No Longer a Methodist

  1. I’m so sorry, love. I wish there was a way I could help and understand more. I’m more spiritual if anything after my own circumstances, so I’m not going to pretend to know how hard this is on you.

    A number of my friends in the LGBTQA+ community have felt this way … it’s awful to see how much this tears them apart when they should know they’re so loved. But they have every right to feel the way they do. To have such incredible faith yet have people within that community judge you and say Christ is also judging you is beyond emotional expression.

    I wish I knew what to say to make it all better and right for you, because saying sorry does little to nothing to help you. ❤

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