This sermon was originally preached at Tabernacle United Church on April 22, 2001 as a reflection on experiences at the Witness Our Welcome 2000 conference. Versions were subsequently reprinted in the More Light Update and Open Hands magazine (summer 2002). The sermon is updated here to adjust for shifts in my self-understanding, time-passing and for clarity in making it more relevant to a wider audience.
by Chris Paige
Mark 8:22-26 (Psalm 61:1-5)
They came to Bethsaida. Some people brought a blind man to Jesus and begged him to touch him. He took the blind man by the hand and led him out of the village; and when he had put saliva on his eyes and laid his hands on him, he asked him, “Can you see anything?” And the man looked up and said, “I can see people, but they look like trees, walking.” Then Jesus laid his hands on his eyes again; and he looked intently and his sight was restored, and he saw everything clearly. Then Jesus sent him away to his home, saying, “Do not even go into the village.”
In August 2000, I attended an event called Witness Our Welcome (or WOW 2000). It was a gathering of the “welcoming churches” movement – organized by several of the (predominantly white) Protestant groups that advocate for the inclusion of LGBT people in our churches – including More Light Presbyterians, the Open and Affirming program of the UCC, the Reconciling United Methodists, the Brethren Mennonite Council, and several others. This was the first event of its kind where we gathered across denominational lines in this way. There were over 1000 people attending the program which lasted several days.
Continue reading “Seeing Trees”
I (a white person) proposed The Race Game [source: Thandeka’s Learning to Be White: Money, Race, and God in America, 1999] to a (majority but not exclusively white) planning committee for a major LGBT Christian conference in 2003. They had asked me to bring a proposal about what they might do to confront the legacy of racism at a past event.
As I remember it, I (a white person) was told by older, more experienced folk that my proposal was both too naive and too radical. My proposal was set aside for other tactics and approaches.
Continue reading “The Race Game (2018)”
After the Republican National Convention of 2016, I began posting #YouAreLoved status updates on Facebook daily as a way to invite resistance to the fear and anger that were filling civil society.
The response to these short, pithy posts from people who report looking for them for encouragement has been overwhelming, though they have not been without controversy. After making the posts increasingly private, I finally moved them off Facebook to an email/texting system as part of my OtherWise re-branding.
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Remember. You are loved!
I’ve never fit in. As far as I can remember, I’ve always made people uncomfortable.
Don’t get me wrong, I had supportive and flexible white liberal parents in the 1970s and they taught me I could grow up to be anything I wanted to be. But they literally couldn’t imagine all that would entail.
Continue reading “Claim Who You Are”
In times of stress many people, religious leaders as well as regular folk, often invoke a sense of community by calling on “brothers and sisters.” However, many people who fall into the category of non-binary gender do not identify as male or female, brother or sister. That binary language leaves us out.
Continue reading “Beyond “Brothers and Sisters””
My child is not white, so this is not my experience per se. But someone asked me today about resources for white parents wanting to talk with their white kids about race. I thought I would save the links from a quick search here. I am glad to add additional recommendations, prioritize, etc based on feedback.
Continue reading “White parents and white kids discuss race”
Every day you decide to get up and try again
Is a victory
Every day you choose Life
Possibilities open before you
Continue reading “Every Day”