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The sixty-year war the Mormon Church has waged on the LGBT+ community has cost people their lives. And even those of us who are survivors have suffered tremendously.
We, the LGBTQ+ members of the Mormon community, are inherently valuable, worthy of praise, and celebrated in God’s sight.
Yes, this is a step in the right direction, but the process of repentance I was taught, ironically by the organization, included an apology and fixing the problems caused to the most possible extent.
I am angered, I am hurt, I am concerned for those who have lost love, lost hope, lost connection with family, lost a loved one to suicide. I used to hold the church in the highest of esteem. Now I look today at the church as the Great and Abominable Whore of the world.
I’m mad at all the hurt this has caused, only for it to all be undone 4 years later. I really wish the policy wasn’t put in place in the first place.
The policy and its reversal are about a conversation the Church is having with itself: a kind of “we can meet you halfway here” when the “you” is not even in the room, and the “we” represents a kind of heterosexist echo chamber.
Many, many still suffer. Many have been rejected. Many have been expelled and many cried for many years. Many feel excluded.
I also view the present moment with the belief that God knows all, loves all, and will make all things right. I wish for some kind of reckoning in the here and now, but failing that, I believe an accounting will be had.
Perhaps it’s not supposed to be a happy thing, But a less sad thing that could have simply started with, “We made a mistake and we’re sorry”.