Jesus at the Pride Parade

Jesus at the Pride Parade

By Lenora Rand

 

Guess what…last year…
I saw Jesus at the pride parade. 
It’s true.
Dancing and weeping and shouting, hugging everyone
and singing
A Christ as queer as they come. 
Hallelujah. 

Hallelujah.

And I heard Jesus calling out to everyone
The marchers and the watchers, even the haters 

Tossing blessings like confetti:

Blessings on you who love glitter and rainbows.
Eye shadow and s
pandex.
Show tunes and leather. 

Blessings on you who are still learning to love the skin you’re in

And blessed are you 
who thirst for love and laughter and 
the deep in your bones belief that who you are is 
a holy and altogether lovely child of God. 

Blessed are you whatever label you give yourself 
Gay, lesbian, bi or  pan, intersex, trans, ace, 
non-conforming, straight, cis, yet to be determined…
You are precious in my sight.

Precious.  And blessed.

Blessed are you who are weary and worn. 
Who are tired of the fight, yet still somehow, fighting,
with the radical power of love, 
Always only love…
for a better world 
for everyone.

You are truly blessed. 

Rejoice and be exceedingly glad, 
Let your joy reverberate, echo…earthquake us into a new day. 

Rejoice and be exceedingly glad, Because you are mine, I am yours.

And yes, no matter what you may have heard to the contrary

You are not alone. 

And yes, yes, a thousand times yes, 

You belong here.

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