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There are moments when even angels weep.


This is an article I wrote for another publication and have permission to reproduce here.

I write as:

* The CofE House of Bishops change direction on services of blessings on Same Sex couples and their acceptance of SS clergy who have entered into a civil marriage contract.

* The Anglican Diocese of Ballarat in Synod at the Anglican Cathedral Church of Christ the King - Ballarat receive and debate a motion in relation to the place of GBLT in the local church.
Moments when wings feel too heavy, when the light they carry dims beneath the weight of sorrow or silence.

In those moments, another angel comes — not to preach, not to fix, but simply to be. To sit beside, to listen, to hold the space sacred and still.

Too long have many of our brothers, sisters, and siblings been told that heaven has no room for them — that their love, their truth, their song is somehow “less.” But I say this: the divine is found wherever love abides, and love abides wherever we dare to see each other fully.

The struggle for recognition — for being truly seen and heard by the Church and the world — continues. But so too does grace. So too does the quiet, stubborn light that refuses to go out.

Let us be open to the angels around us — those who stand with torn wings, those who sit in silence beside the grieving, and those who simply remind us that we are not alone.

Even angels need angels. And sometimes, they look just like you. 


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