by the Rev. Canon Anne Hallmark
One mild spring morning during a retreat, two women were walking in a field.
The younger woman was lamenting how unimportant her life was, how far from perfect she was as an individual, how little glory she was giving to God. As she was saying these things, the pair came upon a very small and flawless light blue flower surrounded by green grass.
The older woman asked the younger, “Is there anything wrong with that flower?” “Nothing.” “Is the flower unimportant?” “No, it’s beautiful.” “Does it glorify God completely?” “Oh! Yes.”
When I consider June as Pride Month,” I believe the point is the same.
We, each of us, no matter what our life and work, glorify the Living God by blossoming as fully and freely as we are able, remembering always that it is the Love of God that creates us as we are and keeps us becoming.
For me, Pride Month honors participation in the long march out of the darkness of active repression, contemptuous stereotyping, and willful ignorance.
For me, Pride Month honors participation in the long march out of the darkness of active repression, contemptuous stereotyping, and willful ignorance. Many have already braved much to speak up, to be visible, to demonstrate against such evil. I wish I could say that the road ahead is clear but I know it is lined with badly frightened people who attempt to hide their fear with rage, aggression, and confusion. Even so, Love marches on.
Thank you, each and everyone who has found and used your voice to express the wholeness of who you are, particularly with regard to something so tender and vulnerable as your sexual identity. Thank you for your patience and understanding. Thank you for your impatience and outrage. Thank you for speaking out, for being out.
Thank you for your patience and understanding. Thank you for your impatience and outrage.
The lives of all who are celebrating and being celebrated by Pride Month fill me with gratitude for the risks our brothers and sisters have taken, some smaller, some larger, some life-shattering – the risk of expressing their individual humanity, the struggle to blossom as the unique creation each one is. And, I am deeply grateful for the the gatherings this month that express, support, encourage, and joyfully celebrate this way of walking in the Love of God.