Yes, Church, your Queer siblings are struggling. We are struggling to breathe with the boot of oppressive theology pressed against our throats. We are struggling to keep each other safe and off the streets. We are struggling to maintain our faith while being rejected by the faithful. We are struggling to hold on to the promise that God is with the poor in spirit, those who mourn, and those who hunger and thirst for righteousness.
Church, I am not struggling with my sexuality. I am struggling with the fact that my Queer family is dying, and I can’t seem to make you care.