Interdependent Web: Exclusion is blasphemy, celebrating all genders, grief underneath joy

Interdependent Web: Exclusion is blasphemy, celebrating all genders, grief underneath joy

A weekly roundup of blogs and other user-generated web content about Unitarian Universalism


Exclusion is blasphemy

Monica Dobbins comments on the Mormon church’s reversal of its policies on LGBT apostacy and child baptism.

[Did] the Holy Spirit change Their mind about queer folks? Here’s what I say: [The] Holy Spirit’s inspiration is always, always toward the One Human Family. Always. The Holy Spirit never guides us to exclude one another. . . .

To claim that the Holy Spirit told you to draw your human siblings outside the circle is blasphemy. Plain and simple. May we all take heed to keep that word out of our mouths. May we welcome every person into our communities of faith, knowing that we will be welcomed with the same welcome we extend to others. (Facebook, 4.4.19)

Celebrating all the genders

Mr. Barb Greve blesses all who celebrate all the genders.

Blessed are the trailblazers,
who brought us this far,
and are still trailblazing…

Blessed are the allies,
learning to be accomplices. . . .

May we all commit to continue showing up,
fighting for justice,
celebrating all the genders in life. (Facebook, 3.25.19)

Jones David Hollister has “strolled out of the closet.”

I know now that my stroll has probably not been helpful to everyone. I know now that I’ve been far too subtle, despite feeling like I’ve been telling everyone for decades that I’m Jo, that I don’t feel like a woman, that I wear men’s clothes, that my inner child is a little boy, that I’m dressing in fem drag to not get fired or to not upset folks at a wedding. . . .

But apparently, I’ve been saying I’m trans at a whisper when it felt like I was shouting. And now I really am saying it loudly and it feels to many like I am just now coming out. (Facebook, 3.31.19)

Grief underneath joy

Myke Johnson has been reading the book, Farming While Black.

[After] reveling in reading all morning, I find myself opening to multiple layers of deep grief underneath the joy of reading the book. Grief for the African peoples who were stolen from their land and enslaved. Grief for these Turtle Island lands, whose balanced ecosystems and soils were so depleted by the cutting of forests, and the plowing under of the soil, as well as by the war waged on their people. And grief for myself and my communities–that we have lost our connection to the ecosystems, we have lost our connection to the wisdoms, we have lost our connection to the plants. (Finding Our Way Home, 4.3.19)

Rhythms of order and chaos

Halcyon Westall’s life has been reminding her that order and chaos are part of a single pattern.

I’ve been experiencing periods of tremendous synchronicity, harmony, oneness from many… and corresponding interludes that feel like every molecule near me is on some random, not quite colliding path. . . . When I am sitting in the midst of the shuffle, and there is too much competing stimuli, too much happening, I can remember that order is on the way. Breathe. Remember. Trust the science. Trust the waves to make their shapes. (Unfolding Soul, 4.4.19)

If you want to see the future

James Ford loves the city of Los Angeles.

It is a world city. It is decadent, holy, dirty, visionary, mean, and glorious. . . .

One may say a lot about Los Angeles, good and ill, beautiful and ugly, and no doubt its all true.

And, here’s the deal. If you want to know the future of the American nation, all you have to do is visit LA. From where I’m standing, taking it full, it looks pretty good. (Monkey Mind, 4.4.19)