Gomorrah

Today was the monthly church meeting at my home church, where they were discussing the possibility of the congregation approving same-sex marriages to take place there. Obviously, I (a woman) have a vested interest since I have a wedding (to a woman) booked there for this May! 

There is a part of me that doesn't understand why they're even discussing this. Not in a "damn it, get it done already" type way, but quite a genuine bafflement. It doesn't compute. I attended weekly services there, was in Junior Church, helped lead youth club, ran the Brownies, represented them at Synod and National level, turned up and supported them for over 20 years. So did a guy who got married to his wife there last month, only a couple of years older than me. It... doesn't make sense. No one even thought about questioning for him. And I'm doing the same thing. 

At the same time, I am glad that there is a conversation. There needs to be. Because as much as this is not A Thing, being LGBT+ is a thing and no one in those 20+ years talked about it. Everyone is a part of the church's living presence and should be acknowledged within that core and congregation. But, to be honest, I don't understand why it's more than introducing my wife-to-be over coffee. 

No matter what the decision (which will be next month now), I rejoice in and am deeply thankful for the fact that I can and will and do celebrate this marriage every day for the rest of our lives together. I am blessed.