I want to write all the things. I write one thing at a time, removing one festering foible at a time to make room for the next to bubble to the surface. Friends, I have been writing in fits and starts since just before my father died but I have a head full of swirling thoughts aching to get out. I want to unpack every one but they are competing with each other for completion. My notebook is full, my pencil... Read more
So that you have ample time to stock your apocalypse shelter and say goodbye to the world as you know it, I thought I should share my homosexual agenda for the weekend…be afraid, be very afraid. Hang around on FB Put on favorite old work clothes (some right out of the hamper) Run to Flying Biscuit for take-out breakfast Build a Saturday morning backyard fire Read a few blogs Read an actual book Write in a notebook (with a pencil... Read more
Friends, it is time to introduce you to another guest blogger. It is my pleasure and honor to lift up the powerful work of Marcus Patrick Ellsworth. I met Marcus at the Veritas gathering in Chattanooga where communities of faith came together for an afternoon of love, grace and solidarity with the LGBT community of Chattanooga. Kat Cooper pulled us all together and I am SO glad she did (and still is). There were so many voices of faith and... Read more
…and we are all bigger than our closets. Ash Beckham, at TEDx Boulder, discusses the current state of homophobia in our culture challenging even the word “homophobia” itself. There is no fear, just loathing. Hating things we don’t understand, people we don’t know or anything that is different than our day to day. “Homophobic” people are not scared of anything. We all have a responsibility to live our lives as active activists not passive ones when it comes to... Read more
Every once in a while I run across something I wish I had written. This is one of those times. The following is an excerpt from a brilliant blog written by J. Barrett Lee. J. Barrett Lee is a Teaching Elder in the Presbyterian Church (U.S.A.) and the pastor of North Church in Kalamazoo, Michigan, where he lives with his wife and kids. In his off-time (when he has any), he likes to watch Star Trek and Doctor Who, listen to U2... Read more
Stop it. If I’ve said it once I’ve said it a million times but apparently it bears repeating on a daily basis because I still hear or read it a few times a day (sigh, maybe I should revisit my Calvin and Hobbes collection). There is no such thing a monolithic “homosexual lifestyle”. So, unless you enjoy presenting yourself as willfully ignorant, stop using the term, no matter how well-meaning you think you are. Stop saying it unless you are willing... Read more
We buried my father one week ago today. There’s so much I want to tell you about the death of my dad but in order to do so I need to tell you just a little about his life. As I look back over my journey of last couple of weeks, and really my whole life with my father, one bible passage comes to mind as a particularly perfect pericope for telling our story. There’s so much more than I... Read more
I have so many wonderful things I want to share with y’all via the interwebs this weekend but it is time to give myself a digital time-out. Maybe a weekend, maybe a week, maybe 30 days. Because of the constant stream of hateful email, private messages and blog comments I experience throughout the week I’m getting bitter and mean and I’m not living into the love that the universe is raining down on me in so many other ways. I am becoming... Read more
Sacred Worth night sweats of self-loathing laced with the stench of toxic doctrines evaporated into the ethers as i searched the vast bending arc of Grace an epiphany of Light erupted and Love shattered my addiction to human lies and liberated me from the opiates of fear and ignorance and a fountain of freedom springs eternal Beloved. Read more
With synapses well lubricated by gauche wine after a day of staining our tiny, ragged deck, I watched the first fire of the fall burn savagely in her hearth. I stood from my thread-bare lawn chair and sunk to the ground as my rouged toes grasped the wily weeds that were holding on for dear life between the flagstones of a shifting season. As my spine relaxed on the rigid stones, my lungs filled with the fragrance of moist earth... Read more
Kimberly Knight
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