Eleanor Rigby died in the church
and was buried along with her name.
Father McKenzie wiping the dirt from his hands
as he walks from the grave.
No one was saved.
John Lennon reportedly once described Eleanor Rigby as a song about 'two queers.' Two lonely people who meet only at the end of life.
I thought about people who keep a face by the door, and pick up the rice scattered at other people's weddings; people who struggle to be heard, and who must be their own companion. I thought about loneliness as I sat in my coat in the church sanctuary last night, listening to members of an small inclusive fellowship describe their struggle to accept and be accepted in their sexual orientation. "Conviction," Marcelo said, "you must have conviction of your value and dignity."
Ai, Dios, that we the church, the body(s) of Christ, have managed to destroy the truth and joy of the lives of others and our own.
Marcella Althaus-Reid (and this would be better if I could find the reference) says something like, all Christians should aim to be queer - willing to distort doctrines and dogmas, and to get lost in the maze of faith. So, I ask, is the church ready to embrace it's queerness? To hear unspoken names, to build arches for queer lovers, and to be home for all the lonely people?
"Two queers," said John, "belong."
For where two or three are gathered in my name, I am there among them. (Matthew 18:20)