Tuesday, January 29, 2019

The Gospel According to Veronica


I grew up in Massachusetts, about 40 miles southeast of Plymouth.  My ancestors arrived in New England from Scotland in the 1640s and for generations were members of the Congregational Church, the forerunner of the UCC.  It is not surprising that I first encountered Jesus in a little, white Congregational Church built in the mid-1800s that my family had been members of for one hundred years.  I also met the Lord in the pages of the Revised Standard Version Bible that I was given at my confirmation.  I was fascinated and enthralled by the Jesus of the New Testament.  I knew from an early age that I wanted to follow Him and to know Him.  I was a sensitive, quiet, introspective, and very religious little boy.

And yet there was something very different about me.  When I was 10, on a particularly cold and rainy day, my sister and I had nothing better to do than play dress up.  For reasons that escape me now, we decided that I would put on a dress and a pair of Mother’s high heels.  What started as a simple game turned into something so very much more.  I felt my heart racing.  I felt butterflies in my stomach.  I began to tremble.  Women’s clothing ... wearing women’s clothing struck a deep primal chord in my soul.

As I grew older, I became more immersed in Scripture.  The idea of the just God who wanted to set the world right became my worldview.  I read Dickens in high school.  The Social Gospel of Jesus appealed to me.  An influential teacher and my family doctor were both Quakers, and I began to attend Quaker meetings regularly.  Contemplative prayer and social action became the focus of my religious faith.  I wanted to do great things for God and the world.  I read everything I could get by C.S. Lewis, Thomas Merton, and a variety of Quaker authors including Douglas Steere and Thomas Kelly.

By high school, my cross-dressing was a regular occurrence.  I would wear my mother’s clothing every chance I could.  When my parents were gone for the weekend, I would dress from head to toe as a woman.  It felt natural, relaxing, and intensely sexual.  I watched girls closely, but not so much with a desire to be with them as to be one of them.  Yet, as wonderful as the cross-dressing sessions felt, after they were over I was filled with shame.  I felt isolated and alone.  I believed I was sinful and broken.  I believed that I was the only person in the world who had this “problem.”  I believed I was a bad and deficient person because of my cross-dressing and inner desire to be female.

Finishing college with a major in political science and a minor in education, I served for three years as a ministry volunteer with an Appalachian Christian service group in the mountains of Eastern Kentucky  an area of extreme beauty, but also an area scarred with the ravages of poverty and  environmental exploitation.  After my time of voluntary service ended, I stayed in Eastern Kentucky working as a paralegal in a local legal aid office.  Throughout the period, I remained a closeted cross-dresser.

I returned to New England, attended law school in Boston, graduated, passed the bar, and headed south again to the Carolinas, where I have lived ever since.  I became a specialist in consumer law and bankruptcy law.  By the mid-1990s, however, I was worn down by the demands of my job, my uncontrollable need to cross-dress, and the shame that I felt over it.  I began attending a 12-step group to “cure” myself of cross-dressing.  Needless to say, I failed terribly in my efforts to stifle my gender expression.  I was anxious and terribly depressed.  I became suicidal and seriously contemplated taking my own life.

God’s love came to me in the form of a compassionate supervisor who allowed me to go on an extended sabbatical.  I learned to practice breath prayer, particularly the Jesus Prayer, “Lord Jesus Christ, have mercy on me,” during this period and to disconnect my mind from the tyranny of self-destructive, judgmental thinking.  I found a book called The Spirituality of Imperfection by Ernest Kurtz and Katherine Ketcham that changed my life.  I learned that I could be imperfect and even fail often and still be loved and used by God.  I also read extensively on gender dysphoria.  I realized that I was not alone and was not defective or a bad person because of my discomfort with the gender I was born in.

Over time I found new ways to be true to myself.  By the turn of the century, I had changed jobs, still practicing law but in a way that was more comfortable for me and less stressful.  I changed denominations, finding in the Episcopal Church a church that practiced the ancient traditions of liturgical worship while striving to confront the social problems of our time.  Through the Episcopal Church, I have a formal ministry of Pastoral Care serving as a volunteer chaplain at three local nursing homes.

I also discovered Second Life.  Second Life provided me an outlet to live full time in the avatar of a woman.  This was emotionally and spiritually satisfying for me and mended a piece of my heart and soul that felt torn over the years.  I cross-dress regularly in real life and venture into public when I feel the need.  I have decided not to explore a change of genders, given my age and out of respect for family and colleagues that such a transition would be hard on.  I have found peace in my gender identity and how I personally have chosen to express it through the grace of God.

I have come full circle returning to the United Church of Christ, becoming a Member, Guide, and Board Member of First UCC Second Life.  I cherish my online church family.  We have grown together as a loving expression of the Body of Christ, sharing our concerns for one another in prayer, worship, study, and communion.  We have also become a beacon of Christ’s light in Second Life, reaching out in Love to the people behind the avatars that populate the reality that is this virtual world.

I am grateful to God for His protection, guidance, and grace.  I am grateful for the many ways First UCC SL has touched my heart and helped me to grow as a Christian.  I am grateful for my brothers and sisters in First UCC SL.  I am grateful for their love and how their acceptance of me “just as I am” has lifted me up in the faith.  They have inspired me and helped sustain my ministry in real life and Second Life.  I am truly blessed to be part of the ministry of this real church in a virtual world ... a ministry that is nothing less than spreading the Good News about how deeply and totally we are all  loved by the God who chose to die that we might live.

Grace and Peace,

Veronica Johhannsen

Wednesday, January 23, 2019

The Good News According to Marie

I’m XMarieX Fairport (Marie), and I’m a “born & bred” Christian, meaning my Dad attended seminary and became a pastor before I was born. I grew up with Christ in my life, every day. I was expected to attend Sunday School, all church services, Vacation Bible School, all youth programs, church camp, etc. I didn’t mind too much. It was just how my life was. Although I did attempt to play the “sick card” one Sunday morning and, wouldn’t you know it, just as I settled in to watch a cartoon on TV, there was a knock on the door of our church-owned house. My entire Sunday School class came into our house and had Sunday School right in the middle of our family room! No “Underdog” for me.


I grew up seeing how important God was, by listening to my Grandpa pray before and after meals for five to seven minutes (I might have been watching the clock), by seeing my Dad fall to his knees and start to sob after hearing of the death of a church youth that Dad felt hadn’t let Christ into his heart. This continued through adulthood when my Dad’s last words in this life were, “The Light! The Light! Beautiful! Wonderful! The Light! …. JESUS!!!!”. More recently, the last year of my Mom’s life, she’d tell me, “We will ALL be all right!” You need faith to believe you’re going to be all right, but when your Dad SEES Jesus welcoming him into Heaven, we all have to be all right, right?

When hearing the Psalms, I thought some of the verses were so whiney. Then I fell down a flight of stairs and injured my back and have been living with severe chronic pain for over a decade. I often am heard crying out, “Oh God, PLEASE! Please take it away! Please, just a little bit?! Please make this stop!” I’ve come to realize that God listens, and soon after I beg, I drift off to sleep where the pain goes away for two to three hours. Thank you, God!

I went from being super active by ice skating in the Winter, flying kite in the Spring, tent camping in the Summer, and hiking in the Fall, and running around working at a job I loved, to just sitting with DISABLED “tattooed” to my forehead. I felt worthless. I was working on getting my service dog when I was introduced to First UCC SL. I started offering to do Psalter, to help with social events, to lead a program about grief, and fill in behind the pulpit. I was able to DO things and be “normal-ish”. No one was able to hear me cry out in pain or see me wiping my tears due to the pain I was dealing with in real life. No one was seeing how my body changed because I was no longer active. No one saw my cane or my walker and how unsteady I was on my feet. I was no longer worthless! You don’t realize what it’s like to miss something, until it’s taken away. Then to have it handed back to you via Second Life is a dream come true!

Having Christ at my side every moment of every day can get routine if I allow it. That’s why church camp was so special to me as a child. It was like getting a “Christ Booster Shot.” You have all of these high energy youth and adults showing you exciting ways to experience God along with upbeat songs and POW, you’ve received a Christ Booster Shot. Unfortunately, it’s been a lot of years since I’ve had one of those boosters and I am eagerly awaiting UCC General Synod where I am certain to get up to date with a Christ Booster Shot. Any time I’m blessed with the opportunity to be a lay pastor at First UCC SL, my goal is to give a booster shot of Christ to others. I want to give others the warm feeling of knowing God isn’t far away. God isn’t always walking beside you. More often than not, God is holding you, carrying you, lifting you up, and oftentimes, we don’t even realize it. Any time we have a reason to celebrate, God is with us, celebrating more than anyone else! Any time we’re heartbroken, God is holding us close to His heart. Any time we’re suffering, God reminds us how His Son suffered, but suffers no more. Any time we feel alone, God *IS* with us. Always.

I’m a born & bred Christian and always will be. I’m thinking I’m one of the extremely fortunate ones! I’ve been blessed with having Christ in my life and having a family who lived their lives with Christ. I’m truly blessed.