Where I Found God: LGBT Yoga

A few months ago, my blog friend Karissa asked if I’d be interested in writing a post for her “Where I Found God” series, about finding God in unconventional places). I said yes, even though I didn’t know exactly what I’d write about. And then last week, I experienced God pretty far outside the boundaries of conventional religion.

If I’m honest, I’m not quite ready for this post to be live, but it is. Sometimes I write something and then have to let it sit for a while, so I can work up my brave before I post it. But this one had a deadline, so it’s posted already and my brave is running to catch up. But, ready or not, here it is, and it even fits within my “Misfit Faith” series. Where have you found God in the unconventional?


I have been singing “You Found Me” by the Fray since I talked to Karissa about this post over a month ago.

I didn’t find God at the corner of first and Amistad, though. I found Him at the corner of Church and 17th, at the gay community center.

A friend had asked if I would go with her to yoga there because she didn’t want to go alone, at least not for the first time. Having no yoga experience and being straight, it seemed like a perfect fit for an awkward night out, but I wanted to be a good friend so I hesitantly agreed. Sometimes laying down your life might just look like going to yoga class.

I’d been feeling frustrated that the church wasn’t a welcoming place for many LGBT people for a long time, and I’d been feeling distant and doubtful about God for even longer. And as I pulled on my yoga pants and grabbed my borrowed yoga mat, God was just about the last thing on my mind.

I arrived, a few minutes early and anxious. I waited in my car for my friend to arrive so we could walk in together. My head was spinning with questions and nerves. How does one use a yoga mat? And what shoes should I have worn? Would we be going barefoot anyway? Was it going to be weird that I was straight? Surely not, I thought.

She texted that she was heading inside. I texted back: “Me too.”

And I took a deep breath, smiled, and went in.

Click over to Karissa’s blog to read the rest of the post! And be sure to check out the other posts in her series- they’ve all been fantastic.


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  1. I love how you said your brave is catching up to this post!! Well you ARE brave, and you are speaking truth: God’s image and love can be found in everyone. I feel brave putting this on my blog, too, so let’s be courageous together. :)

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