4th of July

My Mother's original due date was July 4. Thank goodness they hadn't counted correctly because she was going to name me Independence. I'm glad that I don't have to speculate on what our relationship would have been if that name had been given to me at Baptism. I'm thinking Father Whitlock would have stepped in and stopped that miscarriage of naming justice.

The irony in all of this would have been something because out of principle, my family never recognized Independence Day and up until this self-disclosure, I have quietly carried on the tradition.

I believe everyone does not share equally in the inalienable rights envisioned by the Founding Fathers and until all do, I shan't celebrate the day.

Today, I am being protected by military men and women who aren't free to be and we are being ministered to by men and women for whom inclusion in all orders of ministry is not possible. We are not all free.

Just as President Obama and the Congress have the opportunity to right one of these wrongs, the General Convention has a similar opportunity. Will it, will they, can they rise to the occasion and in the spirit of the revolution be modern day revolutionaries and vote for inclusion and justice for all?

The day that B-033 is repealed in both Houses will be an independence day worthy of bombs bursting in air and rockets red glare.

We live in hope.