Last Friday, something remarkable happened at the Supreme Court of the United States. As you know, in a 5-4 decision, bans against same-sex marriage (or as we now know it - marriage) were struck down. My husband Paul and I were married in a ceremony in Dallas, TX, surrounded by our friends and family on March 13, 2010. A few days later, we traveled to New York City for our honeymoon and took a train up to New Haven, CT to get legally married; at that time there were only 5 states that recognized same-sex marriages, and the Council of the District of Columbia had just made recognition legal the week before our wedding. So after our honeymoon, we went back home as roommates in the eyes of the State of Texas.
Standing at the Supreme Court steps on Friday, I spent about two hours fighting off tears of joy. Despite our relatively young age, Paul and I weren't really sure we would live long enough to see our marriage fully recognized in every state in the United States; I can't imagine how astounding it must be to be one of the couples who were finally married after being together for 20, 30, or 50 years together. Progress is rarely easy to make, and this victory comes after years of blood, sweat, and tears (literally).
We're thankful for our allies, especially allies in the faith community, who stood up for lovein the face of consternation, Bible thumping, and hate. And Progress is STILL being made as we speak! This week at General Conference, the House of Bishops approved two liturgies that will permit same-sex couples to be married in the Episcopal Church, beginning on the first Sunday of Advent 2015. But despite this giant step forward, there are still battles to be fought: LGBTQ people can still be fired from their job, denied housing, kicked out of stores and restaurants, denied healthcare and prevented from adopting children in many states. Please continue to pray that love continues to conquer hate and that the arc of the moral universe continues to bend toward justice for the LGBTQ people in our community.