One thing that has struck me today is how my faith has changed during my transition. I am not a ‘Cradle Anglican’, I came to it later in childhood and into my teen years. Even then it wasn’t until I was eighteen that my faith had reached a point where I wanted to be baptised. It was also around that age when I first felt a call to ordained ministry.
When I had my epiphany and realization that I am a woman, not a man as I had been trying to pretend to be for most of my life, my world got turned upside down and inside out. There has been a lot of pain, laughter and frustration.
One entity with whom I was particularly frustrated at times is God. Being trans and transitioning is not easy. At times it felt like I was truly alone. Somehow through all of the challenges of transition my faith survived, indeed it has grown. I have also had a number of subsequent smaller epiphanies about how I am called to move forward in life.
I know that the path forward will be full of challenges, frustrations, wanting to bang my head against a wall and sometimes wanting to beat people with a clue-by-four. Even knowing the challenges and frustration the way forward feels right. I know that continuing down this path I will be, to paraphrase Joseph Campbell, following my bliss. Doing what I am called to be doing,.