Sometimes I think I’m a gifted communicator. Then I reflect on moments like my ordination, and I’m reminded of language’s utter insufficiency.
There are no words to express fully the gratitude I feel. If Spirit comes as a comforter, she dwells in the many prayers and messages of support I received in the days leading up to the service. If Spirit appears as tongues of flame, she burns in the strangers who testified of God’s boundless love for trans folks like me, made in the divine image. If Spirit speaks in sighs too deep for words, she dwells in the profoundly intimate moments I shared with my siblings as I knelt and they laid hands on me.
When Spirit dances among us, she creates love, joy, peace, kindness, generosity, faithfulness, and gentleness. To those who attended the service, to those who prayed, to those who offered words of encouragement—thank you, from the bottom of my heart, for dancing along.