On this evening I choose to participate in Glitter Ashes at the end of a Glitter Filled Masquerade Ball.
Actually deeper than that, I choose to intentionally invite a group of people who for many reasons have felt unwelcome at church… for whom the space that I consider so sacred and holy has been a closed door (as it has at times been for me). We offered glitter ashes, not for the LGBTQ community, but rather for the community of revelers, partiers, dancers, revolution starters, justice and pleasure seekers and workers. Because God travels with us into our many sanctuaries, and cries along side us in our times of grief and those are way too often. And if God is always really with us, and I believe God is: then glitter and tears and smell goods and stale messes all mixed into what became our sacred ashes.
Yeah, that is…
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