For me, this often means my usual focus is shrouded in fog as my brain attempts to chase after the perceived threats du jour, and tasks that appear easy at first brush are insurmountable mountains. To speak this aloud to God often reminds me of the Baptismal Covenant, when we assert that we will attempt to hold to our promises “with God’s help.” Sometimes, it’s enlisting God’s help to renounce evil; other times, it’s to ensure I eat food. Either way, I’m asking for the help.

It is hard to be your full, true self when you have to hide parts of who you are. But God made me this way for a reason, and I’ve learned to trust that.

We all agreed that wherever we landed, the church had to be Open: open hearts and minds, and open theologically. A church that rejected Ableism.