My pastor's sermon about gender justice and inclusivity in worship
included, "How dare we change the wording of the ancient creeds
proclaiming belief in the Father, Son and Holy Spirit? We do so at the
peril of losing our cohesion as one Christian faith and risk being
swept into the dustbin of historical irrelevance."
I felt as though I'd been kicked in the chest. My experience of God's love was transformed three months earlier by the birth of my daughter, Miranda. A visceral reaction of hurt and anger welled up inside me. I mulled over the offending words for days.
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