Inclusion isn’t the right word at all, because it sounds like in our niceness and virtue we are allowing “them” to join “us” – like we are judging another group of people to be worthy of inclusion in a tent that we don’t own… I continually need the stranger, the foreigner, the “other” to show me water in the desert. I need to hear, “here is water in the desert, so what is to keep me, the eunuch, from being baptized?” Or me the queer or me the intersex or me the illiterate or me the neurotic or me the overeducated or me the founder of Focus on the Family. – Pastrix, Nadia Bolz-Weber

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