I moved to Kansas in 2000. At the time I thought I came here as a "missionary from the future." I was able to tell my fearful parishioners that the Holy Ghost had still shown up in California despite my then diocese's progressive engagement with LGBT issues for the previous 30 years. I have been able to move members of my congregation from full opposition, to tolerance, and slowly into encouragement. It has been a slow and sometimes costly pilgrimage. Yet we have come. There is more work to do, certainly mine is a testimony of constant pressure. I don't write this to boast or hold myself out as a great activist. Only to say that progress is not only possible, but necessary.
I'm smiling a lot today.