Dear Queer Christian, 

They didn’t think people like you would still be here.
They didn’t think your faith would survive.
They definitely didn’t think it would rise.

But here you are.
Still believing.
Still showing up.

Still hoping in a world that keeps writing your obituary.

Let me tell you something, babe:
Resurrection isn’t reserved for the ones with memberships at the “right” churches and pronouns that match expectations.

It’s for the ones who’ve lost everything and still show up in heels to brunch or church.
It’s for the exvangelicals who walked away with nothing but questions and found God anyway.
It’s for the kids who were told to be “dead to sin” but never told they’d get to live fully.

You don’t need to pass a theology quiz to be raised.
You don’t need to hide your tattoos, pronouns, or pronouncements.

The Spirit isn’t checking your credentials.
She’s already moving through your story.
Your wounds, your glitter, your gospel.

So keep rising.
Even if you’re still sore.
Even if your salvation looks more like a pride parade than a revival.
It’s real. It’s yours. It’s holy.

—Someone who’s still rising, and still believing you will too, Paul

1 1 Corinthians 15–16 1–3

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