pink: a daily practice

(photo by Lisle Bertsche)

T-Shirts and other PinkGear available in the Pink Gear Store! (photo by Kerry Bush)

I spent some time Friday morning updating the Pink Gear store, adding our Pittsburgh t-shirts and updating the stock levels for sizes and such. Unfortunately for folks who weren’t at Pittsburgh, we have very few left. But the good news is that we sold a lot of pink! And that means that pinkmenno gear will be showing up in communities, schools, family reunions, baby showers, Targets, and county fairs all over!. And I know from personal experience that wearing a pink menno T-shirt, or even a little bit of strategically placed pink in public is bound to prompt at least basic conversations of explanation and in some cases opportunities to engage friends and even strangers.

When I got back from Pittsburgh, I decided to leave my pink shoelaces in my favorite pair of shoes, at least for a while. And I found myself with new courage to accessorize with a pink sweatband on my arm that I wore most days in Pittsburgh. “What’s with the sweatband?” people ask. Then I tell them. And I’m proud to.

To be completely honest, I wasn’t proud of my pink in Columbus two years ago. I was terrified in fact.

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Running

somewhat random pink photo: Pink Finish Line? PK

I have trouble deciding what to do on Thursday evening. I’m registered for the MennoNight Fun Run and for days I’ve looked forward to this escape, 6.2 beautiful miles of running on the trail by the Allegheny River through downtown Pittsburgh. Running river trails is one of my passions; I put in miles every week on the wooded trails by the Kaw River back home in Lawrence, Kansas.

But then I read my schedule again and see that the Conversation Room on Sexual Orientation was scheduled for the same time. At first I think that is it for my running plans, but by the end of the Conversation Room on Teaching Positions (oh, how weary I am of that phrase) I am mentally spent and physically restless. Eventually I decide that I need the run more than I need another Conversation Room experience. I put on a Pink Menno t-shirt, tie my cell phone and hotel key onto my arm with a pink bandanna, and add another pink bracelet. I tell myself that doing the race in all that pink is a field experiment, but mostly, I admit, I just want to run. Being a pink witness is a bonus. Plus I can run at least part of the way with my friend Ruth, a pastor, one of the few people here from my “real life” outside of this convention and my running partner whenever I go back to North Newton to visit my parents.

In the beginning of the race it is hard to pace myself, surrounded by fast teenagers–I’m a 35-year-old woman and much better at endurance than at speed (there’s a metaphor for social change in there somewhere).  Read more ›

we are knit together

Deb Bergen sent this reflection to us at [email protected].  (If you have a story, reflection, or creative writing to share with the Pink Menno community, please don’t hold back! We would love to publish it here!)  Deb was not at the Pittsburgh convention, but sent two prayer shawls for us to have available in the Hospitality Room. (I understood them to be prayer shawls; please correct me if I’m wrong, Deb).  Annabeth texted me as she was beginning to set up for this communion service on Thursday asking me to bring Pink Menno bandanas to brighten up the communion tables.  I grabbed Deb’s beautiful pink/orange piece and brought it along (pictured below).

Please enjoy Deb’s beautiful description of her work, her vision, and her pink perspective.  [PK]

Deb's orange and hot pink knitwork on the table, part of a communion of sustenance that took place on Thursday.

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a reflection by Deb Bergen

We are knit together. Sharing a geography, a passion, a skill set, a history or any other circle of connection pulls us in; members of MCUSA are knit in multiple ways. For the last year, my prayers for Pink Mennos have been channeled through yarns gathered from our local MCC store. God speaks to me through my hands, reminding me of the wonder of textures yielding or firm, flowing smooth or gathering in bunches. None of us come to church fresh out of the package; we are mysterious fibers brought out of our pasts. We ache to be relaxed together, but often enough it seems our interlocking strands will tear in the tension.

Two particular prayers emerged: soft rose and blues in waves to wrap around someone feeling the chill, and a dance of hot pink and orange in silk and cotton to celebrate gay Pentecost flames (and when what’s there for the main work can’t last till the end, others pick up, ending and beginning this prayer in the dark from which we come and into which we commit our own ends). These and some little pink roses were the only presence I could offer in the crucible where love would be offered and tested. They went with a friend, and with a prayer that good use would find them.

My daughter returned from conference last night with a story of passing the person carrying my prayer of/for celebration (a story knitting her and me closer to this Spirit-led movement). I could not have dreamed it would lift up the elements of our communion. Read more ›

Lasting Impressions

On the last day of convention, three teenage boys, an adult from their church, and another man came into the hospitality room and asked if there was someone with whom they could have a legitimate theological discussion about what the Bible – specifically a certain passage in Corinthians – had to say about homosexuality. We of course agreed and fetched Caitlin Desjardins, a seminary student with us that week.

"Listen, Love, Wonder, Reconcile" (from a collaborative mural by Dmitri Kadiev created/displayed at Pittsburgh convention)

The discussion ended up being primarily between Caitlin, Philip Kendall, and the boys’ youth leader, but by listening I learned a lot about the concept of “agreeing and disagreeing in love.” The boys were very polite and good listeners, remaining cool and calm when their beliefs were put to question. I really admire those kids (Carlos, Taylor, and Austin were their names, I believe) for having the guts to come deep into the territory of the people they disagreed with and having a reasonable discussion with someone whose sexual orientation they (presumably) believed was against God’s teachings.

I know it would be tough for me to have a discussion with them were I immersed in a room full of people who disagreed with me. I definitely couldn’t have done it in high school and I would probably have a pretty difficult time doing it even now. It takes courage, confidence, and a lot of maturity to do something like that and to listen for as long as those boys did. And I’m impressed. I’m very impressed.

Marginalized and Centered

Amy Yoder McGloughlin, pastor of Germantown Mennonite Church in Philadelphia, PA shared this reflection on her experience in Pittsburgh with us via e-mail.  At the end of this post, you can also watch the “Be A Bridge” youtube video Amy submitted before convention. Thank you Amy for sharing honestly.  (…and the rest of y’all, email us with YOUR reflections and Pittsburgh stories! Let’s keep this blog rolling!)

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Marginalized and Centered

It’s hard for me to go to convention.  As a pastor of a congregation in exile, I didn’t get an invitation.  I had to seek out the registration material and make a conscious decision to impose myself on the gathering.  This year, my youth group attended, and because we don’t have official status in the Mennonite church, we were not listed under “Germantown Mennonite Church”, but under “other”.  While I found our “other” status amusing, it was a reminder that we have no standing in the denomination, a community we love and continue to claim as our own.

The first few days of the convention were very difficult for me—I found myself lurking around the edges of gatherings, comfortable to lean against walls or sit at the edge of worship.  It felt safe, and I needed a little of that in my week.  In fact, during one especially difficult adult worship service, I felt that I had to get out–immediately.  Being on the margins was useful in that moment.

The times that I felt spiritually and emotionally safe was at Pink Menno hymn sings.  Suddenly, it felt like the church I knew;  a church that made sense to me.   Read more ›

A Reflection on the Conversation

Donna Minter originally posted the following reflection as a comment on the earlier post “The Conversation Room” by Stephanie Krehbiel. Since it can obviously stand alone as a PinkMennoPress post, I asked her permission to make it so. I’m sure there are many of who could write and share very insightful reflections on various aspects of the convention in Pittsburgh. Please consider doing so in order to continue our documentation on this site and more importantly to help those who weren’t hear to build a more complete sense of the experience, so that they may share in our hope and energy going forward.  Contact me (Philip at [email protected]) if you would like to share your writing, photos, or video with other Pink Mennos.

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“A Reflection on the Conversation”

by Donna Minter

This was my first MC-USA convention, my first time being a delegate, and my first time participating in a Pink Menno gathering as a LGBT Ally. Thank you for this opportunity to be a part of this community within OUR complicated and intense church family. I wanted to be a delegate from Faith Mennonite Church, Minneapolis because I wanted to represent my congregation. I also wanted very much to an active listening presence with those in MC-USA who hold traditional Christian views and often have had quite limited, if any, contact with LGBT people. I hoped to have multiple opportunities to share with these same people that, as a long time Scripture loving and reading, prayerful, playful, and active peacebuilding follower of Jesus, I respectfully have a different view. I also hoped to have the opportunity to share with them of the trauma my gay friends and extended family members have experienced in the name of their specific Biblical interpretations and practice.

While I have no doubt there were those who caste me in the Scarlet Letter role and avoided contact because of evidence of pinkness, I decided that with these folks, simply being a pink presence at a viewing/staring distance was witness enough for them. Read more ›

Communion

Open Worship Communion Service, Thursday July 7, noon

On Thursday I arrived at the lobby in front of the exhibition hall about halfway through the daily Pink Menno noon worship service. For the most part, I’ve participated in any Pink Menno-led worship that I’ve attended, but this time I decided to sit on a bench outside the circle and observe that permeable boundary between the pink worship space and the rest of the convention. I’m never completely comfortable in this blatantly observatory role—it makes me feel creepy—but at that moment it seemed possible to do it somewhat inconspicuously, so I went for it.

I wish I could say I witnessed something truly revealing, but mostly I just watched passing teenagers watching Pink Menno. Some of them stopped to stare. Their faces told me nothing. I had to resist the urge to impose my own speculative narratives on them, which is always a temptation to anthropologists; when there is no clear story in what we’re studying, we long to make one up and then force it onto our evidence, for fear that otherwise no one will want to read what we write. I saw a lot of curiosity, but that’s all I can claim with confidence.

But then there were also the ones—and again, I’m mostly talking about youth here—who saw what was going on and headed straight for it, accepting the pink hymnals that Katie Hochstetler handed to them as they joined the circle. Read more ›

a week of many things

Our week in Pittsburgh has been many things: intense, exhausting, reviving, hopeful, infuriating, disappointing, healing.  The range of emotion and experience is wide, but in the end, I have faith that we have fulfilled our purpose for this time and place.

We have made our pink selves seen and known as unarguably joyful, peaceful, loving, Christ-like people in the midst of our complicated church family.

We have honored the tradition of singing together with only our voices as instruments, powered by breath and spirit and heart.

We have agreed to enter into conversation spaces in which understanding and connection do happen, where walls of fear and distrust begin to crumble, where love is true and the Spirit is present, but also where power is distributed unequally, where emotional and spiritual boundaries are crossed, and where words inflict pain that go unaddressed.

We have, whenever possible, responded lovingly to unfair accusations, to stares from a distance, to hurtful words, and to the painful silencing of our voice as members of MCUSA and as fellow children of God.

And most importantly, we have shared our stories with one another, forming spiritual bonds that no imperfect, human church can break and that no statement or teaching position can invalidate.

This week has brought many things into focus for me. Read more ›

Workshop Reflections: “Putting the T in LGBT”

Thursday was a full day for Pink Mennos! Workshops, Hymn Sings, Movie Screenings, Really BIG Hymn Sings, Coffeehouse and Conversations. I attended and particularly enjoyed the Brethren Mennonite Council sponsored workshop on “Putting the T in LGBT”–understanding transgender. Even as a member of the LGBT community, I confess a significant lack of education and understanding of transgendered people.

The workshop was extremely helpful, both in helping me to expand my vocabulary and understand better vocabulary like sex/gender (sex being physical, gender being identity–they don’t necessarily need to line up), cis-gendered (when sex and gender match up and feel connected in a person), genderqueer people and the differences between someone who may be transgendered or transsexual (not all transgendered people are transsexual, and most transgendered people have not actually physically transitioned to a different sex).

I also particularly appreciated the videos we were able to watch, hearing various experiences of transgendered and genderqueer people. One of the more powerful things I took away from those videos is the importance of never making someone’s gender identity or expression Read more ›

The Scarlet Letter

Pink Menno Singing

I felt it immediately. The ‘scarlet letter’, Chris Parks called it. When I first traded my yellow v-neck on Tuesday for a pink ‘How Will You Be a Bridge’ shirt, it was as if I had traded in my privilege as a heterosexual-enough-looking male for my new assumed identity as ‘one of them’.

As a bisexual, biracial individual, I’ve had a lifetime of experience trying to find intersections between two camps and negotiating my identity in that space. Some perceive my ability to identify with multiple contexts a privilege; to myself though, it has always felt like a curse that affected my capacity to feel as if I truly belonged anywhere.

Wearing pink, then, was just another experiment in ‘switching camps’.

“I’m praying for you,” said a middle-aged gentleman, in a ‘I’m praying for your soul’ kind of way, not an ‘I’m sending good energy towards you’ kind of way. Only the day before, he had smiled at me in a we’re-so-happy-to-have-different-skin-colored-people-that-can-speak-English-and-act-white way.

More hurtful than the occasional glares or careless remarks directed towards the pink, though, is the silence. Read more ›

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