O holy night?

so, i was reflecting on our fourth and final PAAC advent installment: love and found myself mindlessly singing along to o holy night

long lay the world in sin and error pining,
till He appeared and the soul felt its worth.
a thrill of hope the weary world rejoices,
for yonder breaks a new and glorious morrrn,
faaaall…. on your knees


on this new and glorious morn,
those lyrics just echoed back like:
totaaaal depravvittyyyyy
o, total! depravity!!!!
o, knight, commmee save meeee
from total depravityyyy—
/over the world a star is sweetly gleaming
here come the wise men from the ORIENNT LANNND?………
behold your KING
oooo, holyyyyy— fuuuck

are we still singing about the orient?
did white christians sing this lyric 
about slavery for hundreds of years?

in the words of my 2018 beloved,
Shuri, daughter of T’Chaka,
don’t scare me like that, colonizer!
…and that’s how o holy night was pulled from our installment of love.


here’s a rewriting of the magnificat for our day by Ophelia Hu Kinney
and a version of madonna and child
for a better version type in “Joann H Lee” into Facebook
but for this one,
please check back at the end of eternity. 
i am still reconstructing the face of Christ

And in the home of the Senator, Mary said:

I adore you, my Heavenly Mama.
My soul is laden with joy,
And it swings to the sound of Her name,
For She has chosen me – a teenager, a rebel, a small-town girl.

You know that the lineages of our people are written by men, 
And yet from now on,
All generations will call me blessed.
For our Mama has shown Her might.
Her essence is sacred.

Like a steady rain, Mama is merciful and gentle from generation to generation.
She has shown strength with her arm;She has scattered the proud with the back of her hand.

She has dragged the powerful from their thrones by their starched shirt collars,
And she will raise up the poor that they’ve preyed upon – the children, the elders, the students, the hopeless.

She has held in her hand and crushed the peddlers of white supremacy,
And she will heal the millennia of wounds upon Her Black, Native, Latinx, Asian, and Pacific Islander children.

She has confounded the plans of the ableists,
And She will favor the minds and the bodies of Her disabled beloveds.

She has brought the insatiable demon of capitalism to heel,
And She will whisper between our heartstrings the possibility for something new.

She has ordered transphobia and homophobia to lay in their grave,
And She will liberate her trans and queer children.

She has shown preference for the most marginalized, 
The most restless, the most hungry, the most ready,
As she always does, and as is in her nature.

According to the promise She made to our ancestors,
To Abraham, to Sarah, and to their descendants in flesh and in spirit forever.

Joy: PAAC Christmas Home Video

The 12 Days of Christmas is a carol about the 12 gifts Christ has given us. For example, the partridge in a pear tree is Jesus on the Cross and the two turtle doves are the Old and New Testaments. We’ve decided to rewrite the lyrics to anticipate our joy with Christ in the complete renewal to come.

On the first day of Christmas my true love gave to me the death of the patriarchy!

On the second day of Christmas my true love gave to me 2 R B G’s, and the death of the patriarchy!

On the third day of Christmas my true love gave to me 3 pride parades, 2 R B G’s, and the death of the patriarchy!

On the fourth day of Christmas my true love gave to me 4 fair trade shirts, 3 pride parades, 2 R B G’s, and the death of the patriarchy!

On the fifth day of Christmas my true love gave to me 5 I U D’s, 4 fair trade shirts, 3 pride parades, 2 R B G’s, and the death of the patriarchy!

On the sixth day of Christmas my true love gave to me 6 open borders, 5 I U D’s, 4 fair trade shirts, 3 pride parades, 2 R B G’s, and the death of the patriarchy!

On the seventh day of Christmas my true love gave to me 7 free tuitions, 6 open borders, 5 I U D’s, 4 fair trade shirts, 3 pride parades, 2 R B G’s, and the death of the patriarchy!

On the eighth day of Christmas my true love gave to me 8 public care plans, 7 free tuitions, 6 open borders, 5 I U D’s, 4 fair trade shirts, 3 pride parades, 2 R B G’s, and the death of the patriarchy!

On the ninth day of Christmas my true love gave to me 9 living wages, 8 public care plans, 7 free tuitions, 6 open borders, 5 I U D’s, 4 fair trade shirts, 3 pride parades, 2 R B G’s, and the death of the patriarchy!

On the tenth day of Christmas my true love gave to me
10 gay wedding cakes, 9 living wages, 8 public care plans, 7 free tuitions, 6 open borders, 5 I U D’s, 4 fair trade shirts, 3 pride parades, 2 R B G’s, and the death of the patriarchy!

On the eleventh day of Christmas my true love gave to me 11 gun free states, 10 gay wedding cakes, 9 living wages, 8 public care plans, 7 free tuitions, 6 open borders, 5 I U D’s, 4 fair trade shirts, 3 pride parades, 2 R B G’s, and the death of the patriarchy!

On the twelfth day of Christmas my true love gave to me 12 cop convictions, 11 gun free states, 10 gay wedding cakes, 9 living wages, 8 public care plans, 7 free tuitions, 6 open borders, 5 I U D’s, 4 fair trade shirts, 3 pride parades, 2 R B G’s, and the death of the patriarchy!

What Shall We Cry?

Today’s reading: Isaiah 40, Mark 1:1-8, + Luke 8: 26-39

What does it mean to be a voice in the wilderness? What will you cry?

Note: Straight Christians, we’ve all been complicit in the irreparable personal harms and civil rights violations that have been inflicted on the LGBTQIA+ community by virtue of belonging to an institution that propagates such violence, and therefore it is incumbent upon us to align ourselves to help eradicate these systemic injustices. So this entry is just as much for you to read and meditate upon as our fellow queer family members, neighbors, and friends.

Please join me as we read these two vignettes to reflect on this week’s Advent theme of Preparation.

Voices in the Wilderness

By Ophelia Hu Kinney

December 4, 2018

Reconciling Ministries Network

The United Methodist Church, the third largest denomination in the world, is heading this February to a decision-making forum in which we’ll answer just one question: is there a place for LGBTQ people in the kin-dom of God?

If I’m being honest, it’s a question I hold lightly. Though I work for an organization working to open the doors of The UMC to LGBTQ people, it’s a question I hold lightly. It isn’t that I should, but I do. Because I’ve been turned away from churches before on account of who I am, and I don’t just want queer Christians to survive. I want us to thrive.

But my colleagues are grassroots organizers who travel for weeks at a time, holding Dunkin Donuts cups on their laps at 3am while they wind down South Georgia roads to talk to folks who’ve never met an out queer or trans person; board a train in California to teach a whole church how to love a trans child in their congregation; fly out to Oregon to listen to the direction in which African Christians are taking us.

And those quiet feet going out into the world while every day is still young, they tell me to clutch the vision close to me – to hold it tight. I want to hold it lightly, but good news is like honey on the fingers; it doesn’t let you let it go.

Last month, my colleague flew to Brazil to visit the nation’s first queer-affirming, all-welcoming Methodist church. The nation just elected a president who’s vehemently, violently anti-gay, stating publicly that he’d sooner have his own son be dead than gay. What would you do as a Brazilian queer or trans person with that knowledge? That terror?

It’s in the midst of that that this church reaches out and says, “We want to be bold.” They write me online. “Greetings to the Reconciling Movement from the Reconciling Church of Brazil.” It’s a modern-day epistle. I write them back.

Erica Malunguinho, a Brazilian activist and trans woman, put it this way: “I’m not afraid. According to the system, I was already born dead.”

Born dead with no-place to go but six feet up. Six feet up through the dirt and the breathlessness and the suffocating weight, a memory of sunlight that hasn’t happened yet…

The Brazilian church is raising funds for its new building. Its leadership is electric. They sent a 360-degree photo last month. The site is yet unbroken. It’s in the middle of the city.

Everywhere I look, I’m catching visions of life that have yet to push through the ground – sunlight that has yet to break.

Excerpt from Legion of Demons:

A Sermon After the Pulse Mass Shooting

By Rev. Laura Mariko Cheifetz

June 19, 2016

Westminster Presbyterian Church

In the days following Pulse, Rev. Laura gave a sermon naming the evils in our society and world. In it, she stated that it is important to name that which is demonic today, and that our demons are Legion. From mass shootings to systemic racial injustice, she spent much of her sermon naming injustice after injustice, and then how we are to be delivered from them. We pick up as she closes with this bit of advice:

“We who hear this story have no reason to turn away from hope.

It is turning from a myopic focus on our own fears about decline, our fears of not speaking prophetically enough, our fears about becoming too political, our fears about how much we lose in this time of rapid social change, to the news of what God has done for us.

If you recall from the Scripture for today that the demons do not just depart. They do not dissolve into the atmosphere. They have to relocate. In this world of the Scriptures, evil is not erased. It moves.

Being a Christian is not living in some fantasy world of butterflies and unicorns. Demons do not simply disappear. Being a Christian, struggling with our faith, struggling to find the will to be part of a community that can be exasperating, is to see a world full of demons, to know these demons better than we would like to, and know exactly what we are up against. It is to stare death, chaos, and disorder in the face and proclaim the gift of life, God’s presence, the power of community, in the same breath. It is deciding to live resurrection.

Hope is the queer community showing up at Pride.  Hope is being brown and gender nonconforming, and leaving one’s house every day. Hope is the young black person protesting police brutality because there are beautiful people out there who deserve to live. […] Hope is the family fleeing violence in another land, hoping to reach safer shores through impossible conditions. Hope is the legal team fighting to defend Native American sovereignty against the broken treaties and promises of the U.S. government. After all, if a Gentile possessed by Legion can be freed and sent even before Jesus’ ministry was officially open to non-Jews, if someone who lived chained and naked among the tombs can be restored to community, I say we who sit here with our doubts and fears and grief and brokenness and tiny glimmering hopes have no excuse.

Go. Get out of here. Do your work.

  • Care more about saving lives than retaining members.
  • Refuse to be held hostage by xenophobic fears and bureaucratic excuses that prevent us from welcoming more refugees
  • Refuse to be held hostage by a gun culture propped up and fed by gun manufacturers, who care more about the bottom line than about our beautiful children.
  • Become a thorn in the side of those who feed the demons.
  • Become the elderly women who have been standing on the corner of Washington Street and MLK Drive in Atlanta, protesting the war since the early 2000s.
  • Make it easier for people to exercise their citizenship.
  • Make it safer for queer people to gather.
  • Teach your children you don’t have to know what gender someone is to treat that person like a human being.
  • Make this country really free for Muslims and Sikhs who want to live without being harassed, or their places of worship vandalized.

Aren’t you sick and tired of holding vigils?

When you return to your home, don’t pretend like anything is the same as it was. Name the demons. Declare how much God has done for you.


[Full Text: A Legion of Demons]

These two vignettes remind us that there are voices crying out on your behalf and on behalf of the Christian community. These voices call evil in the Church and in society for what it is. They name the injustices of conversion therapy, the firing of queer leaders, and the shaming and outcasting of human souls. They name injustice in the fact that it is at most times impossible to be fully queer and fully Christian in the world today.

Therefore, know that you are not alone and that you are known. Known not only by a harm-bound institution, but too by a holy Divine. Know this and cast your light, a light that is greater than the light of stars, onto the Legion that has been unjustly placed upon your shoulders.

Then speak, and walk through the world as wholly yourself.

About the author: Ophelia Hu Kinney (she/her/hers) lives in Portland, Maine with her wife and two cats. She is the wife of a fearless reformer, the daughter of two circumstantial pragmatists, and the sister of a hopeful romantic. Although she grew up in a family of agnostics, she became a Christian in college and has worked ever since to understand what that means. Ophelia believes that we inherit from our divine source the ability to co-author and co-build the kin-dom of God. She and her wife tend www.QueeringTheKindom.com. You can support the work that Ophelia described in her piece by donating to www.rmnetwork.org.

About the author: Laura M. Cheifetz (pronouns: she/her) is a Teaching Elder in the PC(USA). She serves as Deputy Director of Systems & Sustainability at the National Asian Pacific American Women’s Forum (NAPAWF), overseeing operations and development. She is an online contributing editor to Inheritance, a progressive Asian American Christian magazine. Laura is multiracial Asian American of Japanese and white Jewish descent.

All New Everything

Today’s reading: Isaiah 65.17-25 + Revelation 21.1-5


This year, I came as close to a new reality as I’ll probably ever come:  I had my second child and moved across the country, all in the span of six months.  I’m lucky that my new life is pretty excellent — I have a chubby, rosy-cheeked baby who smiles all the time; I live in a place where people are absurdly friendly, the cost of living is reasonable, and my children get to see their grandparents regularly.  But I am keenly aware of how difficult it was to get here: I had spent two and a half years slowly regaining the freedom and time to work I lost after having my first child, and having a second one meant sacrificing all of that again. I had to grieve the end of being able to give my older child my undivided time and attention, and that grief was perhaps the defining feature of my pregnancy.  I had to leave a home I loved and friends who will never again be a regular part of my life, some of whom I may never see again.  My new reality is exciting and full of promise, but the journey here was hard and costly.

We think about the new reality described in Isaiah and Revelation and it sounds awesome.  No more oppression?  No more crying?  Please and thank you.  But we often overlook the long, laborious journey leading up to that point.  I used to think that this new heaven and new earth would just happen, that God would sweep God’s arm across the land and everything would instantly transform from old to new, not unlike the castle and the talking housewares at the end of Beauty and the Beast.  I no longer believe it will happen this way, in part because nothing in these texts supports that idea.

Instead, I am now convinced that this new heaven and new earth will arrive only with our active participation in bringing them into existence.

We see throughout the Bible and in our own lives that God’s redemptive work takes place largely through people.  We regular, ordinary people have the honor and the responsibility of getting to participate in God’s work — to partner and co-create with God — and we all have opportunities every day to bring our world closer to or farther from the new earth that these texts describe.  In the Revelation passage, the author writes that the one on the throne is making all things new — it is a process and it is happening now, and we get to be a part of it.  I can’t wait for everything to be new, for an end to all the injustice that we read about and see with our own eyes every day.  But I have to play my part to make that happen, and as I’ve seen in the last few years in particular, that can be exhausting, dispiriting work.

This Advent, I am taking inspiration from the arrival of Jesus — the one who makes all things new, who sets the oppressed free, who proclaims good news to a world that is deeply unjust.  I am drawing hope from a redeemer who saw a people and a world worth saving and chose to enter it and suffer alongside us.  In this particular Advent, in this spectacularly difficult time in our country and in the world, my hope is that this story gives us fuel and focus to keep toiling to bring about the new heaven and the new earth that God is creating.

How can you bring your corner of the world closer to this new earth? How does the arrival of Jesus inspire you in your effort?

Created by: Liz Lin
About the author: Liz is a co-founder of PAAC and a senior fellow at the Newbigin House of Studies in San Francisco.

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Image by: Charlene Choi
About the artist: Charlene is a co-founder of femails.org, a feminist conversation collaborative. She is also the Director of Strategy at KCS, a large social services nonprofit organization working to equalize disparities in health care access, substance use disorder, and mental health.

An Advent Ditty of Hope

Dear PAAC Family,

Surprise! Here’s a small gift for you!

Please join us in our 4-part Christmas series as we reconstruct the traditional liturgies of Advent.

Advent(ure) of Hope

PAAC Christmas Program


The Beginning of New Things

December 3

By Liz Lin

John the Baptist

Paving the Way

December 10

By Laura M. Cheifetz & Ophelia Hu Kinney


PAAC Christmas Home Video Extravaganza

December 17

By Too Many PAAC’s to Name


O Holy Night

December 24

By Ophelia Hu Kinney & Jocelyn Lin


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Happy Advent!

Love, Charlene, Symph, & Ed