In early February, we gathered our nearest and dearest and were joined in a truly holy matrimony, this time in a wedding Mass celebrated by
our wonderful young pastor, to whom we will always be grateful.
I have seen too much: — an arrogant
pastor that told me to leave the grounds and slammed the church door behind him; another that told me «all bisexuals are promiscuous» and thought this was not bigotry nor prejudice; — a
young well - meaning
pastor that was my bodyguard once, and never returned to feed the poor in their tent - villages; — a
wonderful older brother that helped feed the poor but was scolded by his church too many times for being corrupted by his friendship with me; — an elder with weight identity issues that had medical intervention who talked down to me since I had gender identity issues and medical intervention (I laughed during the meeting because the hypocrisy was amazing...); — an elder that was like Jesus without condemnation towards me, and amazing... but we had to meet in my home far away from his rejecting church.