September 6, 2014
“How does it feel to be married?” our friend Calenthia asked us moments after the ceremony. I did not have a good answer, having just stepped off the emotional equivalent of the Six Flags Giant roller-coaster: laughter, tears, heart exploding, body zinging.
One feeling that has arisen over and over is gratitude for the work and witness of Germantown Mennonite Church and its pastor, Amy Yoder McGloughlin. Excommunicated by Mennonite institutions because of their welcoming of gay people, as I would have been had I stayed in the Mennonite church upon discerning my own gayness, they have created a welcome in the wilderness out of slim resources and deep hearts.
And here’s another answer, the feeling that began to bubble up in the car ride back to the Bunkhouse: being married feels like a strong foundation. It feels like solid ground under our feet. It feels like our roots can deepen and entwine, there to be held and supported by that good ground.
As Dr. Martin Luther King said, “Justice is love correcting that which revolts against love.”
It feels like that.