Not Gay as in “God loves you,” Queer as in “The Divine reorders the universe to make space for your unique and beloved self.” Yes, this is a Mathew Vines Reformation project subtweet

In honor of Pride, a repost: (CN sexual language) May the Mighty One dance Her fierce dance on all the walls of injustice. May the Strong, Proud Mama keep all Her babies safe. May the Femme of all Femmes paint us in beauty.

Biblical Theology recs please! I have a lay leader, well educated and willing to read hard stuff, who is looking for a commentary on Luke or Luke/Acts. Would love to give him some liberation theology. What would you recommend?

Last time the Knicks were NBA champions was the year the DOJ charged Fred & Donald Trump with housing discrimination based on race.

People who don’t love Queer and Trans people are missing out on so much joy. How could you not love watching someone’s delight at discovering their true selves? Their true loves? It’s so fucking beautiful

My beloved Queer ones, Our lives are holy. Our dancing is holy. Our protest is holy. Our community is holy. Our gender presentations are holy. Our bodies are holy. Our sex is holy. Our love is holy.

When I have to talk to men about their own sexist actions, I try to remember all the times my BIPOC friends and colleagues have had to sit me down and explain my own racist actions to me. (And let’s be real, 99% of the time that has been Black women.)

Not gay as in “God loves you” Queer as in “The Divine is shaking Her promiscuous ass at you and you and you.”

I couldn’t think of the word “neurotypical” yesterday, and referred to a friend as “neurobland.”

Yes. Using a computer now feels like this at all times.

I just accidentally said “God invites us into a three-way” mid sermon. I didn’t mean to, and that isn’t language I think is helpful from the pulpit. But also, not wrong.

The paper in question: www.science.org/doi/10.1126/...

You can’t believe Acts 2 and believe women can’t preach. You can’t both believe in the Holy Spirit and think She cares about gender

Listening to the Holy Spirit will make you weird. She’s wild. I love Her, but wow.

Sometimes the people I pastor let me bless their dogs. Which I love *almost* as much as when they let me baptize their babies.

The more I learn about Rededicate 250 the more horrified I am. This is not the religion of Jesus, but a sick twisting of everything he taught. (Although Christians are still the ones responsible for calling it out, since it is our religion that is getting twisted.) God loves *the world.*

Dear white siblings, being discriminated against for some other part of our lives does not make it magically impossible for us to be racist. Even if we grew up poor, or an immigrant, or trans or Queer, we still need to consciously unlearn white supremacy.

When you’re a monster truck auntie but also a nerdy preacher “Ok, I’ll play with Kindergarten…..de-constructer?” (It’s “Kindergarten Crusher, in case you also need the reminder.)

Gas stations are often the site for strange interactions with men, but today was the strangest. I was filling up my tank, ignoring cat calls from the next pump, when I noticed that shit, my tire is flat again. 🧵

My new therapist said I have the most convoluted brain hacks he’d ever heard of. So I’m fairly sure that means I win therapy today.

On social media this morning for all the Met Gala protests. But also the Met Gala looks.

Being a congregational pastor brings me such great joy. I suspect that whatever your call is, it will or does bring you joy too. Do you know what it is yet?

Community will also sometimes include boredom, and somebody is probably going to have to do the dishes, and move the chairs. If we want a village, we will need to show up, over and over again, for the mundane and awkward work. In person, if physically possible. But it’s worth it, in the end.

If you want true, authentic, diverse community, you are going to have to learn to tolerate awkwardness. Because in between the moments of the the sublime…. Oh boy.

Some of our congregational leaders, instead of saying we will read the Psalm “responsively,” have been saying “responsibly.” And it’s one of my favorite not- mistakes ever!

Sometimes I get to be Pastor Lura who talks about death and sexuality and Christian communism and resurrection and abundant life. And sometimes I get to be Aunt Lura and pick up a Sparkle Smash monster truck birthday present. On a really good day I get to be both.

It’s Christian communism Sunday! I’m kidding. Sort of. Listen to the Acts reading.

I have not seen enough of my male clergy colleagues speaking out about rape culture lately, and barely any talking about *that* website.

One of many takeaways from this conference: the joy of meeting seminary students at Chicago. The ones I talked to were so bright and interesting and creative in how they talked about church. They gave me some faith back in the future of our church.

I’m sorry, was no one going to tell me about Daniel Levy playing a gay pastor in Big Mistakes? These are at least three of my favorite things!

Human beings are so weird and beautiful and complicated. (Can you tell I’m at a conference full of Queers?)

If we don't crucify the idol of the white male Jesus, he will continue to crucify the rest of us.

My Lutheran church’s Bible study prayed in gratitude and thanksgiving today for a granddaughter’s conversion to Judaism. Because a good relationship with G/d is a good relationship with G/d, and worth rejoicing over.

Sometimes when I preach about Trans and Queer shit, cis het people think my sermon isn’t for them, and I’m only preaching to the Queers. No baby, I’m revealing the Trans splendor of God to you. You’re the one who needs to hear this.

“Which color tulips are you closest to?” has got to be the most charming question to be asked while a friend is looking for me.

There’s almost nothing that will make me leave my house for breakfast on a day off. Except the kiddo wanting pancakes with me.

BREAKING: Following the American threat of an “Avignon Papacy,” Robert Kennedy has begun a Diet of Worms

As a Queer Lutheran, I pray all Christians be as steadfast in their commitment to the teachings of Jesus, and as unfuckwithable, as Pope Leo XIV.

Beyond pumped that I get to be a part of this! lstc.edu/event/lstc-q...

Threatening “an entire civilization will die tonight” is nothing short of genocidal. This is evil, in its purest, most distilled form. And must be resisted with everything we have.

Alleluia! Christ is Risen! Love wins.

If you* helped lead worship this week, and feel a heaviness in your body even after sleeping, let’s talk about it. *speaking to both clergy and lay Christians here. Jews and people of other faiths can decide if it applies to them.

Who are the women in your life who would have stayed closeby during the crucifixion? The people who aren’t afraid of being close to someone else’s suffering? Who are loyal even when it is hard? #GoodFriday

There is something so stunningly beautiful about two faiths gathered tonight, both in small communities, reading the same story of God bringing liberation to a people oppressed. Remember that you were slaves in Egypt, and that God set you free. Chag Sameach #MaundyThursday

My morning dog walk reminds me that life isn’t all sunshine and roses, it’s downpours and dog shit too. But also that raindrops on magnolia are beautiful, and that dog kisses are worth cleaning up after them for.

Heyo! I’m nonbinary! And a pastor, an auntie, and chronically ill image of the Divine. #TDOV #TransgenderDayofVisibility #Transdayofvisibility

Sitting outside with the dogs, enjoying this absolutely gorgeous day, writing a sermon about torture and death.

Me: I should listen to my body to see what it’s telling me. Body: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAaaAAAAAAAAAaAaAAA! Me: stops listening

This afternoon was perfection for racing monster trucks down a slide with my favorite kiddo.

In a conversation about communion, Vicar Jenny and I confused church leaders yesterday by using both “widdershins” (old fashioned for counterclockwise still used in some rural communities) in conversation and advising them not to say we are “doing lines” in church.