In 2019, after 25 years of righteous agnosticism, I found my way back to God—first manifesting as Grace, through taking a leap of Faith in claiming God’s existence and power in my life. God led me to this through many fraught twists and turns, sleepless Adirondack nights, and unwavering lessons from our ancestors, of which I am called to write. When I returned to the Bronx in July, my church of ten years had just transitioned to a new pastor who visually was the opposite of our outgoing founder. Pastor Tabatha Holley is young, black, woman, queer, Southern, and ... compact. As we had recently left the United Methodist denomination over its refusal to budge on gay marriage, our new pastor’s arrival coincided with a new legal and financial organization. In many ways, we all had been reborn.
As in any rebirth, we are moving through both our beautiful divine discoveries as well as our challenges and growing pains. I’ve heeded a calling to attend church and give regularly for the first time since high school, to join the praise and worship team first playing my trombone and more recently singing (into a microphone for the first time in my life!), and to join the finance team where I help us look at our budget and giving in new, creative ways.
We are a church of abundance, of radical acceptance and liberation, a place that practices boldly that we are all created in God’s image, including reimagining God. We are a healing space for those who have felt the trauma when we weren’t accepted as who we fully are in our past churches. Through this, we are a place in the Bronx for any and all to (re)connect with God, cross boundaries that would normally divide us, and confront the injustice of 21st century empire in a faith community.