It’s exhausting when someone asks me to speak up about the “inclusion” of LGBTQ folks in church. As if queer folks aren’t already filling the pews. As if the stories in scriptures being told aren’t queer, and the message of Christ breaking through space-time, entering into a human body isn’t queer.

Jesus has become a political symbol for safety and complacency, a cozy shoulder to nuzzle our noses in when times get tough.

The slowness of the conversations about and to queer folks- as if we are distant objects- in hopes of changing hearts and minds is at the expense and on the backs of every queer person already sitting in the pews. Conversations in hopes of hearts becoming strangely warmed have become a euphemism for why justice can wait.

The dialogue about LGBTQ “inclusion” with its best intentions is obfuscating-even if unintentional. It’s a conversation about people, to people, and without the people. It’s become a hallmark for bourgeoisie complacency-a middle-of-the-road molasses conversation–boring, outdated, and pernicious.

Pernicious because it is slow to justice, when its solution is so obvious; preventing conversations about intersectional injustices, and assumes biblical character-building isn’t queer.

Queer “inclusion” is an illusion in the church when it’s the privileged who set the terms–normalizing why justice can wait—creating a God-narrative about how justice happens on God’s passive terms. It’s past time; it’s an old conversation with an obvious solution. The church should be a voice for democracy- a solution to all types of poverty-queerness is clearness, obviously.

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