Fat Lesbian & the Light

I went to a comedy show last night. It was one of those shows held in the back room of a restaurant where, for no charge at all, we were invited to watch newbie comedians try out their acts. Some were funny, some weren't even close.

I was sitting with a group of women, none of whom I know particularly well. A couple could almost be called friends, and might soon be, if we share some food and drink a couple more times. As soon as the night's host got on the small corner stage, it became clear that we were the only newcomers that night. Of course, we would be the fodder for the jokes made.

During the first set, the fact that I'm a pastor came out. That became fodder for the entire evening. Every comedian, like clockwork, would mention the pastor sitting there at the front table. I braced myself, sitting with feet firmly planted on a chair and table base, open body posture; those who know me best would realize the false bravado that position represents.

I got, "I've never seen a female pastor before," a few times.

The comedian who introduced herself as Fat Lesbian, though, went for the throat. "Hey, so, you're pastor." I nodded to confirm.

"So, you think homosexuality is a sin?"

"Nope." I said calmly. And her train derailed. The incredulity was in her eyes as the audience applauded. Back on her game, she said, "Oh, a new agey pastor."

My response, "I'm doing my first lesbian wedding in May!"

I got some more applause. Then the set went on.



On Sunday, I preached about Jesus--there's a surprise. More specifically, I preached about Jesus as the Light that chases away the shadows of death. It's been said before, in many, many ways, but at the end of the day, remember: we bear the Light most fully when we are living as the people Jesus called us to be.

Even if that's at a slightly skeezy comedy show.