06/22/2026
“I wish my brother could see this,” she said, wiping tears away from her cheeks.
She and her husband were walking by our booth at the Cooperative Baptist Fellowship General Assembly last week when she did a double take and stopped dead in her tracks. I watched as she read the words on our banners about providing spiritual community for LGBTQ Christians. The tears began to flow.
I moved toward her and asked what those tears would tell me if they could talk. She began to tell me about her brother, now in his sixties, who had been kicked out of his church when he was younger and had never been able to find a faith community where he felt he belonged. And she and her husband had the same trouble, choosing to only be in spaces where her brother would be fully affirmed.
She was overjoyed to find us.
It’s easy to think that because there’s so much more awareness and open conversation nowadays that there’s no need to keep showing up in these spaces. Surely the money that it costs to travel and rent space at a Christian conference like this could be better spent elsewhere. But my conversation with this woman alone makes every penny we spent worthwhile.
Truth is, she wasn’t the only one. There’s a whole world out there who needs what we offer to LGBTQ folk, our families, and our churches - belonging.
Christopher and I didn’t see a Florida beach all week, and our best “getaway” was a scrumptious barbecue find at the Bearded Pig in Jacksonville with our dear friends from home. But every conversation, each interaction with dear ones of all ages made this a most meaningful trip!