By Nicole King
“Your joy is your sorrow unmasked. And the selfsame well from which your laughter rises was oftentimes filled with your tears. And how else can it be? The deeper that sorrow carves into your being, the more joy you can contain. Is not the cup that holds your wine the very cup that was burned in the potter's oven? And is not the lute that soothes your spirit, the very wood that was hollowed with knives?” -Kahlil Gibran
Last Sunday I marched in the Dallas Pride Parade with my church, Grace United Methodist, a Reconciling congregation. It had been six years since attending my last Pride Parade, where I nervously hid in the crowd, closeted. But I was in a different place this time. As the Grace UMC group lined up to march, I found myself full of excitement and joy, clueless as to what was about to happen deep in my heart. I took a moment to observe my surroundings. Our church’s truck bore
the holy words of Lady Gaga, “Born This Way,” hanging from a banner on its side. In the cab of the truck were children and youth of all skin colors and nationalities passing out water. Our church banner was carried by two men, one gay and one straight, one white and one black, with the words of our mission statement, “Out of Many, God Makes us One.”
As I looked around at the faces and signs around me, I could feel myself healing.