“Of course you would be welcomed at our church!” began the email that I received from an Episcopal priest. My partner and I were moving from Atlanta to a small town in South Carolina in the same year that Gene Robinson was elected bishop of
“There are those, I suppose, Think we’re mad, heaven knows The world has gone to rack and to ruin …” Opening lyrics to theme song from “Thoroughly Modern Millie” Fundamentalist Christians no longer call themselves by that name. They want to distance themselves from fundamentalists
I woke up in a Memphis, Tenn., economy hotel with nothing but my wallet, a pack of Marlboros, and some clothes that were tossed carelessly over a chair. The morning sun peeked through the crack in the curtain and specks of dust hovered in the
That’s the gist of an all too common question. And when looking at the daily news, there’s clear reason for asking it. Recently we saw again what can happen when anti-Muslim Christians — this time using a film — chose to rile up anti-Christian Muslims.
There is an excellent essay titled, “The Fundamentalist Agenda,” by Davidson Loehr. Although there are parts within it with which I don’t agree, it deserves to be read in its entirety, as it gets at the root of the exclusion of all those who don’t
Republished from Coming Out of Fundamentalist Christianity: An Autobiography Affirming Sensuality, Social Justice and the Sacred with permission of the author. Introduction In early 2005 in anticipation of my sixtieth birthday, I began working on an autobiography. Certainly, I reasoned, now entering my sixth decade, I
Listen to the podcast episode I don’t understand fundamentalists. I wish I did. It would make things a whole lot easier. If I understood them, I’d know how to talk to them, how to convince them that gay, lesbian, bisexual and transgender people of faith
Read the related article The eleventh podcast, or “Godcast” from Whosoever: An Online Magazine for Gay, Lesbian, Bisexual and Transgender Christians, is a special edition featuring the Soulforce Equality Ride stop at Bob Jones University in Greenville, South Carolina. In addition, Whosoever editor Candace Chellew
At lunch the other day, I struggled through yet another challenging conversation with my good friend, the Church Lady. She doesn’t really look like Dana Carvey, and I’m sure she wouldn’t appreciate being satirized on Saturday Night Live. But she knows I’m writing this essay
God touched my life many years ago. I learned to have a relationship with God and morphed into an evangelical fundamentalist. I was an elder in a church where we all knew gays were horrible evil creatures with an agenda. In a loveless marriage, I