One of the worst parts about my decision to be true to myself and live my path as transwoman is that I felt that I was no longer proper to be a member of my religious community. Growing up in conservative areas,it was an unspoken rule from my family that I could not come to church as a girl. Although funerals at the church were fine to attended if I had some money or some type of contribution to the memorial services. I guess I was lucky because I know for some transfolks that unspoken rule for me was not only spoken but spoken loud and clear to them. I still loved God though, so what do I do? Well eventually, as I became more passable, I could sneak into a services and enjoy that old nostalgic feeling of a C.O.G.I.C praise team or an animated but powerful pastor giving his/her sermon. If I was really lucky, I would see somebody praise dance as the Holy Ghost shows up and shows out. That joy would last for little while until the Sodom and Gomorrah sermon comes and I feel the fire and brimstone on my neck. That is alway the last time they see my pumps bumping down the aisle or my hard-earned money in the offering plate.
So when I found out about the Transfaith Summit, I was so excited. Finally, a group of people who get it. They get that faith is INCLUSIVE not EXCLUSIVE. That get that we, the LGBT community, have a love for spirituality too. They get that we need a place to fellowship and network in faith to strengthen our community and our contribution. The is a powerful step that I wanted to be apart of. Thanks to my sponsors, the Freedom Center of Social Justices, I will be there October the 7th to the 11th. If you want more information the summit click the link below.