Psalm 22

My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?
   Why are you so far from helping me, from the words of my groaning?
O my God, I cry by day, but you do not answer;
   and by night, but find no rest.

Yet you are holy,
   enthroned on the praises of Israel.
In you our ancestors trusted;
   they trusted, and you delivered them.
To you they cried, and were saved;
   in you they trusted, and were not put to shame.

But I am a worm, and not human;
   scorned by others, and despised by the people.
All who see me mock at me;
   they make mouths at me, they shake their heads;
‘Commit your cause to the Lord; let him deliver—
   let him rescue the one in whom he delights!’

Yet it was you who took me from the womb;
   you kept me safe on my mother’s breast.
On you I was cast from my birth,
   and since my mother bore me you have been my God.
Do not be far from me,
   for trouble is near
   and there is no one to help.
Forsaken… I know this feeling.

Most LGBTQ people do.

The church causes us to feel this way when discriminatory provisions are enforced at the expense of our humanity. When our district superintendents and bishops tell us to wait, or throw in our face, “That’s what The Discipline says,” we are put to the cross of institutionalism.

For those of us LGBTQ United Methodists, at least the few of us who are left, we do indeed feel forsaken by our church.

But Good Friday will give way to Easter; death to life; exclusion to abundant welcome. The morning will come when all God’s children will shake the forsaken feeling and know through every ounce of our being that The UMC is our church too.

LGBTQ persons will bring the light of resurrection.

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