The Resurrection, to me, appears the top of God’s queerness.
The Divine, in fact, has refused binaries for the reason that Backyard, when God created male to feminine–all genders–in Their picture. All through scripture the Holy One inhabits thriller and defies definition: from the burning bush voice that insists “I’m Who I’m,” to the sacred presence within the life/breath/wind of ruach, to the bloody toddler birthed by Mary who was absolutely divine and absolutely human.
Within the Resurrection, the each/and/all God of creation and flame, of Spirit and beginning, is each lifeless and alive, mortal and immortal, wounded and entire. The resurrected Christ comes as a strong physique that strikes by partitions, a non secular being that eats fish and invitations mates to put their fingers inside their flesh.
To the extent that I enter into this Easter thriller, I achieve this by religion. I don’t perceive how any of it really works: how the unimaginable is actual, how the factor that is unnecessary is essentially the most true factor.
And so, within the Easter season, I really feel notably grateful for my transgender, non-binary, and gender queer mates. In them I see the each/and/all lived out, the mysterious fullness of all of it celebrated. Within the authenticity of those mates I see the divine picture mirrored; of their curiosity I really feel safely invited into my very own wonderings; of their braveness I discover inspiration for residing into the fullness of my very own self.
Within the face of a lot death-dealing laws in the USA proper now, I need to declare the total energy of the resurrection: the triumph of life over dying, vibrancy over violence, fluidity over rigidity. I need to dwell joyfully into the queerness of the Ressurection. And I supply deep due to those that paved the way.
