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As an institution that trains pastors to serve in a wide range of contexts and denominations, and as a community that is deeply invested in the health of the Church, we were closely following the United Methodist Church鈥檚 General Conference on Human Sexuality鈥攁nd the conversations and laments in the days that followed. Here, Kate Davis, Director of the Resilient Leaders Project, reflects on the pain that comes when the body of Christ is wounded鈥攁nd the hope-filled belief that that body is still not broken, that reconciliation and new life are possible when we are open to grief and lament.

To continue this conversation, we鈥檙e also sharing Elliot Huemann鈥檚 vulnerable plea that the pain of LGBTQ+ Christians be heard honestly, Jennifer Fernandez鈥檚 thoughtful exploration of the dangers of conflating the Church and Christianity, and Dr. Derek McNeil鈥檚 reflection about global complexity and the pitfalls of ethnocentric theology.

What a hopeful time for the Church in America.

It doesn鈥檛 look like it, at first glance (or perhaps even first dozen glances), but in the midst of grief, I feel the greater undertow towards hope. My tears are both lament and cleansing baptism.

The headlines in my newsfeed are focused on the fracturing, fighting, and forsaking taking place in the United Methodist Church. The rejection and righteousness felt by both sides. Grief is expressed, prayers offered, services held.

It鈥檚 the grief that strikes me, more so than the split. Many of the prayers and laments offered are from Christians who aren鈥檛 in the Methodist tradition. I鈥檓 also not Methodist, and have been processing the news each day with friends and colleagues who identify across a number of sexualities and come from various traditions, including some who don鈥檛 currently identify as Christian at all. From the depth of pain and grief expressed, you鈥檇 never know that we aren鈥檛 all Methodist.

Because despite centuries of denominational splits and rewritten polities and institutional barriers, we are all still the singular body of Christ.

鈥淒espite centuries of denominational splits and rewritten polities and institutional barriers, we are all still the singular body of Christ.鈥�

In the crucifixion, Christ鈥檚 body was wounded, but the bones remained intact. There are no breaks in the body of Christ. No fractures. No amputations.

Which isn鈥檛 to say there aren鈥檛 wounds. His wrists, his feet, the cut on his side, the crown of thorns鈥攚ounds abound. The wounds are not superficial; they go deep, and the nails go all the way through. Thomas is able to insert his fingers into the side of the resurrected Christ. The body of Christ is deeply wounded, but remains intact.

Which is why this week has hurt so much. We are still the body of Christ, and we feel the nail pierce our flesh, no matter the distance of denomination, tradition, theology, ideology. It turns out that the God who holds us together is bigger than polity, that words can deeply wound鈥攅ven unto death鈥攂ut cannot break us.

And this is what strikes me as hopeful in this season: the recognition of pain. Our collective feeling of our hurt鈥攏o matter tradition or sexuality鈥攎eans that we鈥檙e in touch with our common humanity. The shared lament offers us an opportunity to draw closer to one another across perceived differences鈥攅ven as it feels like our two hands are arm-wrestling each other.

Because I direct a program designed to cultivate pastoral resilience, the question keeps coming to me: What does resilience look like in the midst of this? It looks like grief. Like tears and lament. It looks like fully entering into grief, and the ability to do so because we know God is with us into suffering, through death, and on the other side. It looks like entering into pain with the expectation that the experience will form us.

The disciples didn鈥檛 get to fast forward from the crucifixion to the resurrection. They had to grieve through Holy Saturday, with the certainty that the man they had thought would save Israel was dead. I trust that God鈥檚 timing wasn鈥檛 off, that it was necessary for the disciples to go through this day of grief before the resurrection occurred. I believe God was inviting them to something formative on that day through their grief.

We don鈥檛 get to fast forward to resurrection or reconciliation either. But we can enter into grief with the trust that it鈥檚 formative, perhaps even necessary. And we can grieve with the memory that reconciliation and resurrection have come before: that Jacob and Esau embraced, that Joseph kissed all his brothers and wept over them, that salvation came even from a Samaritan. Sometimes years pass before reconciliation occurs, necessary time in which God does the formative work to make reconciliation possible.

May this season be an opportunity for us to identify as citizens of Heaven more primarily than members of any denomination or ideology. May we enter into the wounds of the body of Christ, recognize our shared pain, and proclaim together: 鈥淢y Lord and My God.鈥�

Rev. Steve Wolff is a pastor of a UMC congregation in Nehalem Bay, OR, and a participant in Resilient Leaders Project. I reached out to ask him how he鈥檚 doing in the midst of his congregation鈥檚 decision-making process. Steve has held different stances on LGBTQIA questions during his 35 years in the denomination, initially in the traditionalist group before moving into the open and inclusive one. I value Rev Wolff鈥檚 perspective because he鈥檚 a kind, connective soul who speaks with both strength and mercy, and I am grateful for these words he shared about his experience:

Since I serve to a progressive congregation in a progressive Jurisdiction, I have felt all along like I was pretty secure in what I felt and where I belonged. That said, I have been surprised at how much this vote has affected me. I have been part of this denomination for some 35 years, and have moved from initially being in the traditionalist group into the open and inclusive camp. It has been journey of discovery, but now I feel like I have moved from the United Methodist Church to the Untied Methodist Church and that we are adrift.

All this is preamble鈥攈ere is what I have been thinking about today. A dear friend of mine brought up the good Samaritan, wondering what should this general conference have done in light of that parable? That got me to thinking of a teaching from my old Seminary professor, Bill Mallard. What Bill pointed out to us was that Jews and Samaritans hated each other. Most of us know that, but somehow when we read the parable, we forget. So, in a parable told by a Jewish man, to a Jewish audience who would be identifying with the assumed Jewish protagonist, the one who comes to save is a member of their most hated group. At least part of what Jesus was teaching is that loving our neighbor is not just about us saving the hated person or class鈥攊t is accepting that the hated person is saving us. As I look at General Conference 2019, I see that the presenting problem is Human Sexuality, but much of it is about power: who will have the power to determine who is in and who is out, and both conservative and progressive voices are jockeying for this authority. How different would this look if we were to let the most abused and reviled groups save us? Now that would be an inspiring generosity. I can鈥檛 explain how, at least right now, but that idea of salvation by the least of these keeps me going.

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