If you’ve been told…
…you’re too queer, too out, too smart, too loud, too weird, have too many questions, or have too big an agenda for church,
…then there’s a place for you at Gilead.
We’re not for everyone, but we might be for you.
We tell true stories that save lives. We tell them to get to know one another. We tell them because sometimes it helps to share. We tell them because it feels good to laugh. Most importantly, we tell them because we believe that every story is a God story. Telling our stories helps us see the holiness we may have missed the first time through. It lets us claim our daily grind as a spiritual journey. It changes the way we live, and frequently, it saves our lives.
We throw great parties. We eat tacos. We brew beer. Our Easter service is a dance party. Or a burlesque show. At Gilead we’re reclaiming the spiritual practice of feasting. Because it’s fun. And we think fun comes from God.
We make beautiful, creative worship together. You’re welcome to come as you are. Dress is casual (or whatever you're comfortable in). The welcome is wide and real. We’ve got Narcan and Plan B on the welcome table. We sing pop music, chosen for that night’s theme, with drums and keyboard. There’s communion, a sermon, prayer, and one or two people who share a true, personal story they’ve crafted for the service. It’s funny, a little bit loud, a little bit chaotic (although oh-so-carefully planned), and real. We usually meet for about an hour.
Most importantly, we do this all together. You bring the songs, poems, art, and jokes that make you feel like you’re standing on holy ground. Things you find and things you make. We’ll stitch them together and watch God show up.
