Fifth Avenue, offering trays of water to people marching by as well as garbage bags for them to dispose of the empty plastic cups. Between groups, I pondered the folks gathered to watch the parade, and considered how much has changed since 2000 - and how precarious some of its victories feel today. What a blessing to be reminded how many of us there are, from every station of life, and how various.
Sunday, June 25, 2023
Witness
It's the last Sunday in June, the day of New York City's Pride Parade. When in the city I've been involved in one capacity or other since 2000, when I was part of a Dignity protest at St. Patrick's Cathedral; it's fun and a little transgressive to participate in the religious part of the parade! Since 2018 I've enjoyed queer Christian witness of another kind at Church of the Ascension's "water station" at 10th Street and 
Fifth Avenue, offering trays of water to people marching by as well as garbage bags for them to dispose of the empty plastic cups. Between groups, I pondered the folks gathered to watch the parade, and considered how much has changed since 2000 - and how precarious some of its victories feel today. What a blessing to be reminded how many of us there are, from every station of life, and how various.
Fifth Avenue, offering trays of water to people marching by as well as garbage bags for them to dispose of the empty plastic cups. Between groups, I pondered the folks gathered to watch the parade, and considered how much has changed since 2000 - and how precarious some of its victories feel today. What a blessing to be reminded how many of us there are, from every station of life, and how various.
