Tomorrow is another Sunday but not like the other Sundays.
Tomorrow I will preach and most of my congregation will be there. Those that are absent will have their reasons.
Tomorrow my friend won’t be in her pulpit. She has left the church, turned in the credentials she worked so hard and paid so much for. She isn’t someone who identifies as LGBTQI or A. She is heterosexual but over 1/3 of her congregation is gay or has a gay child or parent or friend. She can’t face them. They are hurt because the denomination says their loved ones are not compatible with Christian teaching. She feels she failed them. Most of them won’t be there either.
Tomorrow he will show up. He will wait to see who feels vindicated and who is devastated and wait to see who even knows or cares what happened. He will attempt to field questions, concerns and challenges from his congregation. He will try to survive the inquest.
Tomorrow some will preach and some will not. Tomorrow some will cry and some will gloat. Tomorrow all will fall short of the glory of God.
Lord in Your Mercy...
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