Feeding the Dead: A Vision for Healing LGBTQ+ Faith
Let me tell you a little story: When I was about 14 years old, I was attending a week of revival services at my uncle's church in Farmington, NM. One evening, after services, I went home and went right to bed, as I had school in the morning. I went to sleep while my father and step-mother were still up, but was awakened later to a bright light. In the light, I could make out the vague form of a man. Everything was silent, but then the man spoke. "Give food to my dead," he told me. "What do you mean?" I asked. He repeated, "give food to my dead." "Lord," I argued, "if they're dead, they can't eat." With that, it faded away. I laid there thinking, "wow, what a dream." Until I realized I'd been awake the whole time. I've always taken this encounter to be a calling from God, but it never made sense to me... until recently. A few years ago, I had thought of this incident, and it came to me that wha...